Princess of my Sorrow

On you I attached my happiness, my Princess,

A fool, blinded, believing in you, it resides.

I thought true happiness was meant to give,

But the world shattered as I waited to receive.

It wasn’t once my dear that I fell for you,

Every time I saw you, I fell deeper too.

Yet, you hid your darkest side,

Where a cruel and an evil reside.

My mind is addicted to you as my solace,

Caught in a never-ending chase.

By mind, my heart is being dictated,

And my thoughts are clear, aren’t fabricated,

Your absence is a torment like a hell,

But still, I lingered forever to dwell.

For I could bear the pain of longing,

Better than the falsehoods you kept on prolonging.

A storm & thunder that cracked my sky,

Turning my heart to ash, as you passed by.

A tornado of commotion swept through my soul,

Leaving nothing but a broken whole.

Dressed like an angel, sweet and divine,

But your touch, like fire, burned mine.

A flame that erupted now left me cold,

Disrupting the love that I once did hold.

Now, my love, forever lost and erased,

From life's embrace like a criminal I was chased.

My heart, a shattered relic of your deceit,

Now only sorrow remains, an endless defeat.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Separation of You

The world can be separated from the universe,

The shine can be separated from the sun,

The light can be separated from the moon,

The waves can be separated from an ocean,

The oxygen can be separated from the air,

The flame can be separated from the fire,

The stars can be separated from the sky.

One fine day, I will be separated from this earth,

But your thoughts will never be separated from me.

The trees can be separated from their roots,

The rivers can be separated from their source,

The winds can be separated from their path,

The rain can be separated from the clouds,

The night can be separated from the stars,

The shadows can be separated from the light,

The world can be separated from the solar system.

One fine day I will be separated from this earth,

But my love can never be separated from the heart.

I will become part of the wind, you can’t see,

And my memory will spread like sand in the sea,

But my love will remain endless in me,

A song that plays and forever it will be.

Time can take away the hours and days,

The seasons can change in mysterious ways,

But the sound of my soul will never part,

For you are etched in every corner of my heart.

The earth may break, the heavens may fall,

But in your thoughts, I’ll live through it all.

For I more than the worlds you can see,

In every part of you, you’ll always carry me.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Karmic Relationship

In this life’s grand story, a cosmic show,

Some souls meet with karma's flow.

Tied by fate as our paths entwine,

In a true relationship, that is divine.

Through unseen moments, souls meet,

In the life they reflect, as fate.

Journeys mix, through time we trace,

In the ups and downs of cosmic grace.

In the heart's world, we find our home,

Where regression of past lives softly roam.

Each touch a memory from days gone by,

A bond that lasts, reaching the sky.

Yet not all is well and not all is bright,

For karmic relations can create a plight.

Lessons we learn through test and tears,

Strengthening our bond through the years.

For every deed, there’s a return,

In this cosmic play, we all learn.

Balance is key, in give and take,

In karmic relations there is no mistake.

Through love’s mirror, we both grow,

In this karma’s ride, up and down we go.

Turning our wounds into wisdom's light,

Our shared life shines so bright.

So, let’s respect the bonds that unite,

In the karmic life where souls ignite.

For in each other, we find our way,

In the sacred ties of love’s pure play.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

My Gifts

I gave you my days, my months, my years,

I offered my most precious gift, my time,

You hold onto all the moments I shared.

The worth of my love isn’t tied to you,

You can keep what you took from me.

You hold onto all the love I showered.

While others sought to gather wealth,

I foolishly gathered our memories.

You hold on to the interest I invested.

When many wanted to grow stronger,

I found weakness in you, my downfall.

You hold on to the strength I surrendered.

I’ve released you from my heart,

Yet I still hold onto memories, no reason to.

You hold on to the freedom I once granted.

Even a stone can be shaped with care,

But your heart remains rigid.

You hold on to the beauty I created.

I gave you my love but walked away,

I gave you my time but drifted apart,

Yet I hold on to your memories.

You’ve etched yourself into my heart,

I’m imprisoned by your silent thoughts.

Yet I hold on to all the scars.

My voice went unheard without words,

As your heart stayed rigid and dumb.

Yet I hold on to my silence.

If you truly cared about my silence,

You would have listened to my cries.

Yet I hold on to all the blames.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Emotional Numbness in a World of Darkness

In a world that feels endless,

Where dreams often seem useless,

We wander through days tireless,

Yet inside, our soul, we feel lifeless.

We strive to be fearless,

But often end up feelingless,

Caught in moments so timeless,

We forget about life, living careless.

We search for meaning, feeling helpless,

In the mirror’s view, there’s a shameless,

Reflecting images of people heartless,

In the night, our hearts turn sleepless.

The life trials can be merciless,

Leaving us feeling worthless,

In gardens empty, flowerless,

Searching for truths that seem meaningless.

Yet, despite the emptiness, we walk nonetheless,

Facing the world that feels emotionless,

With a spirit sometimes passionless,

Seeking light in the dark, endless.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

An Illusion Called Life

Everyone suggests you become the best,

And will never let you until your final rest.

If you are honest, people will shame you,

And if you are dishonest, they will still blame you.

Life is not a game that you play to win,

A marathon where everyone reaches their destination.

One aim is to treat everyone equal OR as self,

But for name and fame many have engulfed.

In the name of competition people are divided,

Winner thinks of something great he has achieved.

But truth is they’ve put another fellow being down,

For earning money and assets thinking they'll forever own.

In the name of religion people are fooled,

For political benefits & reasons they are ruled.

By promising luxuries and tickets to heaven,

But the truth is serving the supreme, it’s divine.

The day one submits to the supreme,

Accepting this life is just another dream.

Once we wake up ALL will be vanished,

Humanly whatever we’ve accomplished.

Remember you are here by your own choices,

To complete the cycle of karma, beware of vices.

All deeds are recorded by the cosmic energy,

Which will let you enter a new cycle, with no memory.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Grieving You

You were just a poetical thought,

All dreams I gathered in my heart.

A dream not meant to be for real,

Now I compose poems so I can heal.

Just like heavy rains after a hot summer,

Was your entry into my life cooler?

A short rain causing too much of damage,

Which made all pathways flooded with rage.

My journey with you ended,

In this life, you are suspended.

From my heart, the day you departed,

I am focusing on life, restarted.

I reside in the place where I was lost once.

Held captive in my mind with no hope and stance.

Yet the strength I have in my heart, gathered,

Letting you go with no worry and not bothered.

I've grieved and let you out through my tears,

The burden of you in my heart has reduced.

As time heals many wounds, inside and out,

So shall mine, it will? without any doubt.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

In Letting Go, I Found my New Self

When love's cruel truth shows its face,

My pained heart is in a lonely dark place,

There lies a truth, sharp and clear,

When love's illusion turns out as fear.

When I learned that she doesn't care,

Though I had poured out my soul to share,

It's a bad part and heights of cruelty,

To accept she’ll not love for this eternity.

It twists my heart, tearing it apart,

Leaves scars and unseen pain during the dark.

But what can I do when faced with this plight?

When love's flame sparkles and fades from sight?

I gathered all my pieces, though shattered in vain,

And held them close, in my silent pain.

All that I cherished of her, with all my might,

Don't always return, despite the fight.

Though tears may flow, and scars may stay,

The rise of self-love lights the new way.

In letting go, there's freedom found,

From the chains of love that once bound.

Though it's painful, though it's tough,

To accept the truth, that's often rough,

In letting go, I have to release,

To pave the path for inner peace.

So, when people show you, they don't love you,

Believe it, accept it, though it cuts through.

For in the journey of letting go,

You'll find the strength to heal and grow.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

You are my Wonder

There are lot of known wonders,

And a bunch of unknown real blunders.

For me you are one among them,

An unknown wonder, I will never condemn.

The universe identified you through my eyes,

To become another wonder as a prize.

If I had a world of mine,

You will be its never ending sunshine.

Around you, I wish to build my world,

Everything that makes me happy and bold.

The glow on your face will be my days,

Your hair spread like velvet, my nights.

Where you laughter flows like a river,

And your face blossoms like a flower.

Your breath blowing like a breeze,

Watching all of it my soul will be at peace.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

When I Prayed

When I prayed for a boon,

I was granted a curse, and it was soon.

When I prayed for flowers,

I was granted a stem of thorns, unclear.

When I prayed for sunshine,

I was granted darkness, and it was fine.

When I prayed for breeze,

I was granted a tornado and was on my knees.

When I prayed for rain,

I was granted a storm, and it was a pain.

When I prayed for warmth,

I was granted a volcano, a wrath.

When I prayed for happiness,

I was granted challenges with stress.

When I prayed for love,

I was granted hatred, didn’t know the move.

And when I finally prayed for death,

I was granted you, on this earth.

Only to realise, to enjoy the former.

I had to suffer all the later.

From curses to the thorns,

The darkness to the tornado and the storms,

To the volcano, life challenges with hatred,

All that moved me close to my death bed.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Traits of True Men

Rich, poor, strong weak, Good & bad,

Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Omega, we've had

Sigma & Zeta too, all were from a womb.

One fine day, they will reach their tomb.

Be the best of yourself,

Don't try to be someone else.

Learn to play to your strengths,

Focus and brush up on your weaknesses.

The idea of "alpha," "beta," and other names,

Came from observing wolves in captivity playing games.

In their natural habitat, the parents lead,

The pack fights not for dominance but to succeed.

Many admire a man who is dominant,

But listening, humility, and helpfulness is potent.

Emotional wisdom with helping hands,

Can take one farther, across all lands.

Don't take labelled personality too seriously.

Much like horoscopes, they're just ideas and theory.

People came up with, to create groups,

With broad categories and form troops.

No proven scientific facts yet, for being a true man,

So don't worship or devalue certain personalities.

There are alphas who destroy their own lives

Due to ego, rudeness, and risky behaviour's.

Focus on the life that feels right,

Labels belong to products, not for men’s traits.

Being human is what we must see,

With experiences, skills, and humanity.

Men are diverse with different attitudes,

With various skills, experiences, and preferences.

One day, We all have to go to our graves.

So until then, face your demons and be brave.

Whatever it is, men are made to build,

Men were made to fight, struggle, protect, and provide.

Some people excel in certain things and become guides,

Yet there are cosmic rules each one must abide.

To all men, fighting the known and unknown with scar,

To embrace life challenges is what we are made for.

Fight your demons and conquer them all,

Everyday is a celebration for men who don't fall.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Narcissists

Living in a selfishly made world,

Narcissists are true and their story told.

For them manipulation is an art,

A trait that has become their part.

Built upon layers upon layers of lies,

Killing a person inside out, like rabies.

Built with delusional version so grand,

Avoiding truth-tellers as they can’t withstand.

Honesty and humility have no place,

Truth & loyalty don't find space.

They will do anything to fulfil their tasks,

And quickly rebuild another face, a new mask.

The more you depend, the more you lose,

Mentally rot and life's path forever will close.

Playing with feelings, they twist and bend,

Their aim is clear, no care or love to mend.

The don’t have honest thoughts or feelings deep,

A simple formula and a life to keep.

No empathy in any relationships they break,

Refusing to walk in other's shoes and aren’t meek.

Not knowing the pain they cause for others,

Deceiving, lying and cheating are their feathers.

These types don’t feel guilt or remorse,

"It's your mistake" will be their response.

Narcissists like vampires, hide in shadow,

Sucking out our energies, don't open any window's.

Like time bombs, can't predict when they'll burst,

That will cause emotional damage and a great loss.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Graveyard of Memories

Each one has stock of memories,

It can be of merry, sorrow and even worries.

The good ones remain so we can cherish,

The odd ones that we wish it'll perish.

If we had a burial built,

The whole galaxy will be lit,

With the pyre of each funeral,

The whole world will be a fireball.

So, we bury them in our heart and mind,

Some pop like zombies and they're unkind.

Creating unwanted chaos,

Awakening the dead inside of us.

There are some true souls,

Making us feel like rock n roll.

Memories are locks to the past,

And a key to the future's blast.

Good ones blooms like fresh morning flower,

Bad ones are meant to be in soil forever.

Though few good ones needs to be buried,

As they only cause turmoil and are not needed.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

No World for Nice Guys

It's the people's pattern,

To treat nice guys poorly in turn.

People often do not realise,

What they do is cruel and not wise.

Its human tendency to ignore if it's for free,

And they go on an emotions killing spree.

They do not give a shit for caregivers,

And end up running behind naysayers.

Do not change for relationship sake,

Be you and be true to self and be authentic.

Be a self focused man with strength,

Focus on yourself and accumulate wealth.

There is never a race in life,

That you need to impress with strife.

Build your positive social status,

Get your shit together and make a buzz.

You can treat someone like everything,

Only to be known that you don't mean anything.

As man you need resources, assets, and power,

Don't make any relationship important, never.

Being loyal, truthful and being honest,

The days for these are gone by, like a mist.

Do not stay with people, place and situations,

That doesn't value your presence in any relations.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

I Am What I Am!

In people’s vision, the characters I play,

Some like me and some turn away.

Some call me strong, and some say I’m weak,

In their eyes, I’m what they see and seek.

Some think I’m kind and some say I’m rude,

Some find me quiet, and some find me shrewd.

They look at my life and they judge my ways,

But no one knows how I lived my nights and days.

Some see in me a hero and some a villain,

I’m neither, just a simple soul trying to fill in.

In the process of life all that I’ve learned,

Through battles fought and bridges burned.

Some may want to live a life like mine,

Some hate to be in my shoes as they will whine.

But in their thoughts, I may not have any place,

For only I know the true me and I accept with grace

I have no authority over how others see,

I cannot control nor will I let it bother me.

What matters is the path I’ve chosen to walk,

With challenges that I faced like a hawk.

So, let them think and let them decide,

How I live and where I reside.

I belong to no one to define or to claim,

I am what I am, and that’s my name.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Murderer of my Thousand Dreams

All that I saved in deep memory,

A life filled with happiness, my story.

Charred by a evil’s curse,

And left me with a permanent bruise.

You, yes you, the one that killed,

All my emotions, are you now thrilled?

Could’ve eaten my heart, grilled,

To feel my love, a truth spilled.

I allowed and made you part of my dreams,

Where my emotions dwell at all times.

No darkness to shade the bright,

No grief and no place for plight.

Once you entered all greenery faded,

Plants and flowers withered and died.

The soil turned poison and pale,

The atmosphere suffocates, unable to inhale.

The life long dreams stored in memory,

All started to die one by one, it was gory.

You are the murderer of my sweet dreams,

The whole world is darker, now it seems.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

A Song, Music and Dance Within

My nerves turn into strings,

on a guitar, my heart

begins to play the music of my thoughts.

My blood flow stops,

It divides into drops,

and each start's dancing to the tunes.

My mind loses focus,

like someone with amnesia,

Only your thoughts keep running wild in me.

My soul leaves my body,

abandons me, and begins to sing,

the song of you, just for you.

You made my life's garden beautiful,

in which my heart bloomed,

and my life became full of joy.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Love, An Art OR A Game

We open our hearts to those we hold dear,

The few who paint love’s magic to draw us near.

They’re skilled in emotions, playing their part,

Unaware, perhaps, that love is an art.

With charm and wit, they dance through the night,

Captivating minds, leading hearts out of sight.

We fill their lives with the love that we share,

Not knowing the emptiness hiding down there.

But beneath their smiles lies a hidden plan,

Their flirts concealing a deeper scam.

In their game, hearts become just a pawn,

Playing with feelings until dawn.

Yet we still give them space to come in,

Hoping they’ll change, wishing to win.

But love isn’t a game for those who deceive,

In the end, it’s only the heart that will grieve.

So let’s protect our hearts with care,

From those who pretend but don’t really care.

True love isn’t a game filled with pain,

But a beautiful bond, where trusts will remain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Crush

A personal list of liking someone,

Since childhood, except us, known by no one.

When we do not know what is, what,

In a confused state and what not.

 

The list grows as you age,

For having a crush, it’s not savage.

The good-looking next-door neighbour,

To our respected school teacher.

 

Every time we see them near,

Our heart pounds with fear.

Our hearts falling for someone is clear,

A feel-good moment which makes us happier.

 

Our blood pumps hearing their names,

It is all our emotional nature's games.

To avoid, some even call us brother/sister,

Hearing of which our hearts do shatter.

 

Some are like morning sunshine,

We can watch them without any whine.

A person who makes us happy with their presence,

It is not otherwise that many mistake, no offence.

 

We hide our heart for the world and its resentment,

Ignoring true feelings for someone is not imminent.

Like burying a joyous beating heart in the soil,

So, no one feels offended even when our blood boils.

 

Hesitation of the rejection,

It is the biggest crime of our generation.

Bound in these societal norms

And not showing our true forms.

 

As and when you age with maturity,

All the past seems funny and naughty.

End of the day all are good memories,

A flashback and reasons to forget our worries.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Twin Flame

Every soul has a twin,

Once in a while it wants to entwine.

A soul shared with only one,

In various relationships, often.

A connection that spans beyond earthly,

Appearing in random moments to shake us deeply.

Forces both to confront and fight their shadows,

Healing past wounds and to grow.

The higher power split it into two,

To experience karmic relationships.

With a sense of familiarity, recognition,

and longing for reunification.

A deep connection between 2 humans,

Sharing similar life paths and pains.

A Spiritual mirror that reflects,

Each other's strengths, weaknesses and it acts.

Reopening unhealed wounds of the life past,

Wanting both to grow and heal fast.

To help reach personal transformation and growth

Untapping potential and a passion filled path.

Mother, Father, sibling, partner or a friend,

You will meet them in any form, until your end.

With several signs to identify the person,

Whom sometimes we'll meet for no reason.

Not only for the happy moments,

Some come into your life to give torments.

Some lesson that we refuse to learn,

The twin always pops up to make you yearn.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

After Death

The cells in the body withers one by one,

As there is no oxygen and no respiration.

The cells die and releases enzymes,

Bacteria and fungi grow and eventually decompose..

The heart no longer pumps,

Blood stops flowing, coagulates, forming clots.

Becomes thick and lumpy and it settles,

The skin becomes brown, hard, and brittle.

The temperature of the body reduces,

Muscles stiffen in the process of rigor mortis.

All the sorrows of family &, friends in the funeral,

Later to be buried and all of this is for real.

The process of decomposition releases various chemicals,

Putrescine and cadaverine, ridiculous bacteria's.

Causing to stink that no man wants to witness,

This also releases countless other gasses.

You bloat up like rotten pumpkin,

None can witness, family, friends and even kin.

Looks like hair and nails are growing,

But the fact is, the body is shrinking.

Departing of a soul from body is for sure,

For sickness in relationships, there is no cure.

In this travel called life in a flesh and blood vehicle,

When your stop arrives, we can't even say farewell.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind