Rainbow is the Colour of My Love

Some people love in black or white,

Some stories live in shades of grey,

But my love shines colours bright,

Like a rainbow during any day.

Red is passion, strong, and true,

A fire burning deep inside.

Orange brings joy in all I do,

Where laughter stays right by my side

Yellow shines as friendships warm,

A sunny light that helps us grow.

Green cares through calm and storm,

A love that strengthens as we go.

Blue is peace and loyalty,

A steady heart through rising tide.

Indigo knows us, soul to soul,

Where trust and mystery coincide.

Violet dreams of all we could be,

Of change, of hope, of love making me whole.

All these colours live in me,

The rainbow beating in my soul.

Each colour speaks of deep emotion,

Showing all the shades of my love.

They form a bright rainbow like a devotion,

My love shines clear, this truth I prove.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

Her Absence Follows Me

She became rude and cold,

even when I stayed calm.

She walked away like I was never mattered,

while I held her like she was everything.

She made me feel small,

so, leaving became easy for her.

She showed me as a problem,

and called herself the victim of my love.

My emotions are imprisoned in mind,

a prison I cannot escape.

Her heart was my goal,

to reach, my love was a tool.

She broke my hope with mixed signals,

and never understood my efforts.

When I tried to protect myself,

she thought I was hurting her

Every day that passes,

adds one more day of missing her.

But truth is, I lose one day,

from the life that remains to live.

I am not fighting her hatred,

I am fighting her absence like a retard.

Every silence reminds me she is gone,

But her absence follows me everywhere.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

A Timeless Truth She'll Never Know

It feels like we’ve known each other from many live,

She felt so real, so true and close to my heart.

Some souls come to bring peace,

And some to ignite the fire within.

When I first saw her, something just clicked,

Like my heart knew her before.

That connection we had, it was strong,

Something I cannot explain to no one.

Now she is lives in my imagination,

Where she remains perfect and untouchable.

I tried my best to love her fully,

But maybe her heart was addicted to avoiding me.

Still I don't blame her for anything,

Maybe this was how it was meant to be.

Some things in life we cannot change,

No matter how much we want to.

My fate was written long before and sealed,

Destiny played its web around my life.

I cannot change what is already written,

Still my love whispers timeless truth.

Even today, somewhere deep inside,

My love for her remains.

Not asking for anything, not expecting anything,

Just loving, and praying for all the happiness in life.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

My Love Chose Her

She could be loved by many,

But will she be chosen, the way I chose her?

She will find chemistry,

But will she find a person who can truly commit?

Being loved by others is just an emotion,

But choosing her is a conscious decision.

My love comes with intention and integrity,

Being loved is easy, but choosing needs effort.

My quietness is a proof,

That she matters, even if it is a burden.

I never wanted her to feel it,

But I wanted her to know it.

I would never judge her,

Nor expect her to be perfect, only real.

I never wanted to guess about her,

But I would be eager to know everything.

I have always given her time,

To talk about anything, even if it's stupid.

I lend my ears to all that she says,

Not to argue or judge, but only to understand.

All that matters to her matters to me,

Not only her happiness, but anger, and sadness too.

I will know her better only when she opens up,

And I have my whole life for that.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

I Started to Like Missing Her

All her promises turned out to be excuses,

For she couldn't hold the truth of mine.

The longer her distance became,

The harder my connection grew.

The thoughts of her are stagnant,

And my love remains intact.

I wished to see the sunset with her,

But now my days have turned dark.

She will never know,

nothing seems same without her

And I keep smiling alone

Every time I think of her.

I have replayed moments with her every day,

And my favourite day will be when I hear from her.

I only wish my thoughts can travel,

So, I can send all mine about her to her.

And the best part of each day,

it ends with still missing her.

Now my favourite feeling,

That I eagerly wait to feel.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

என் சோகக் கதை

மழையில் அழுதிட ஆசைப்பட்டேன்,

என் கண்ணீரை கண்டு மழையே நின்றது.

தீயில் கருகிட நினைத்தேன்,

என் உள்ளம் எரிவதை கண்டு தீயும் அணைந்தது.

அடர்ந்த காட்டின் நிழலில் நின்றேன்,

என் தனிமையை உணர்ந்து காடே விலகியது.

வானத்தை நோக்கி வருந்தி பார்த்தேன்,

நிலா சிரித்து — “நீயும் நானும் ஒன்றே,” என்றது.

மருந்து தேடி மருத்துவரை நாடினேன்,

“இது நோயல்ல… முடிவற்ற நிலை,” என்றார்.

“மண்ணாகும் வரை தொடரும் இது,

மண்ணே அதன் இறுதி மருந்து,” என்றார்.

பிரிவை தாங்க முடியாமல் மரணத்தை நாடினேன்,

“உன் வலியை விட இங்கு குறைவே,” என்றது அது.

கடைசியில் கடவுளை தேடி சென்றேன்,

என்னை கண்டதும் கடவுளும் கல்லாய் நின்றார்.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.

The Room She Built

The world holds one ocean,

only known by different names.

My love for her is like that ocean,

she saw me in different ways.

No matter where a river is born,

or how far its journey goes,

it finds its way to the ocean,

becoming its part of it forever.

No matter where she began,

and how she walks through this life,

one day she will reach my soul,

and we will become one again.

I miss her in every small moment,

throughout the day and all of night,

everything feels incomplete,

without her by my side.

I chose her in this life too,

to love her immensely,

even if it means,

she can break my heart.

When se came into my heartheart,

she built a room for us,

started decorating it,

and left before it was done.

The room remains unfinished,

weak, but still standing.

I tried to tear it down,

but couldn't.

Because she built it,

and even in its ruins,

I want to live there,

holding dear, all her memories.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.