The Whispers of My Heart

When your heart's eyes cannot see,

When your soul's mouth cannot speak.

Yet, my love will fill your emptiness,

A language only a true heart will understand.

I walk alone, under the stars, searching,

Looking through all of your memories

Longing for the feeling of being together,

Even when the distance seems too far.

A gentle touch of your hand or a glance,

It will ignite fire in the cold night.

My love is a light, that shines brighter,

Guiding me through my dark times.

So, let my heart feel and my soul speak,

In that silence, I will find your love.

Even when I am lost in the silence,

My love will always bring me back home.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The World Versus Me

By nature, there are set of laws,

But people expect me to live with flaws.

Righteousness, no one seems to be bothered,

When I try to do it, I get smothered.

People make rules for benefit of self,

With loopholes to manipulate and to delve.

They make rules only to be broken,

Knowing that none from here, can be taken.

Some throw mud in my food,

And expect me to behave good.

When I fight back, I get swayed,

That I am negative and to be blamed.

When I show love, care and respect,

They think I am weak, in turn they reject.

They want me to stand out,

When I do, they can’t tolerate it but doubt.

Showing power and influence to ruin someone,

Isn't great, use it to improve, then you've won.

Many show that wealth is core objective,

I fight for health and dignity, like a naïve.

Some behave like demons, it’s painful,

In turn they expect me to be an angel.

No good in expecting to live up to our expectations,

As people live their lives as per their situations.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Many people's experiences

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

The Devil in Our Mind

The devil's do not dwell in another world,

They are not invisible, like stories of childhood.

They are the same people that we live with, pay heed

People with various masks change when in need.

That close friend of yours for decades,

Can instantly become an enemy in seconds.

That partner of yours, with love and care,

Will turn against, if not satisfied, they'll not spare.

Our children whom we love, care and nurture,

Will never hesitate to disrespect or to torture.

Everyone within, has a darker side,

They know it well, yet from the world they hide.

The good, bad and ugly, everyone has it,

The rich, poor or religious, it doesn't matter, I bet.

The devil's do not need a hell to survive,

Heaven, earth, or hell, everywhere it will live.

None reveals their true version,

If known priorly, it will leave us frozen.

We cannot slay as they are unseen,

Consider them souls that are unclean.

These devils reside in everyone's minds,

They pop only to feed on, a way out it finds.

Anger, lust, greed, vengeance and arrogance,

It just waits for the right chance.

On a pretext as friends, colleagues and family,

They eat and drink with us and behave casually.

When time comes for their survival,

True color, they will reveal.

The heaven they enjoy and the suffering of hell,

They’ve built it in their minds for the devil to dwell.

Only if people realise that all are one and equal,

Wealth and fame are an illusion; the world will be magical.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

A Political Love

 

My soul, heart and mind,

With all of me with emotions bind,

And with millions of my body cells,

Elected you a ruler, in my heart forever to dwell.

One you won from each of bodily part as a voter,

We together let you win and to rule over.

You started showing your true color.

You must know, the position is not yours forever .

If all the voters join together,

To elect, and to keep you will become tougher.

So, do not play with us for your benefits,

It is us who elected you, to be the right fit.

So, when my heart and mind decide,

All else will follow and they will abide.

We love someone to keep them on our head,

If betrayed, we will consider them as dead.

Yet, we shall keep them forever in my memory,

As we loved them with our whole body to merry.

Love is incomplete without respect,

Doesn't matter what, that is all we expect.

Love for love and care for care,

It is a symbol of true love, to be clear.

Be like no other, true love remains, I prove,

This is a controversy within, a political love.

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Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Ego

Ego is like a coin with two side,

Showing both self-respect and pride.

A healthy balance of confidence is true,

Lifts our spirits and guides us too.

The shadow of ego can lead us away,

Too much pride can spoil one’s day.

Arrogance, a filth that can cloud our mind,

Dulls our senses and makes us behave unkind.

When the fire of ego’s begins to grow,

Our emotional intelligence goes too low.

Notice the warnings, which cause fears,

Know what is right, not just what appears.

Ego is a guard we should flaunt in strife,

Defending us against our worries in life.

It gives us sense of both strong and weak,

An imbalance can make us hesitate to seek.

Humility is an asset and a guide,

Helps us face failures with eyes open wide.

Learning from our faults and accepting our own,

In our imperfections, true strength is shown.

So, value the balance and respect, ego is might,

In its process from morning till night.

With awareness, let us find our right way,

Through ego, for a better and brighter day.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Shadow of You

When I expected you to light my world,

You took the light and left me in the dark.

Broke into millions of pieces and was hurled,

Losing all the charm, grace and spark.

You made a promise but it wasn’t true,

Or was it a prank that you played?

The pain is deep, what can I do?

And my soul feels it was betrayed.

My silence speaks a thousand words,

As you enjoy life with worldly pleasures.

Lost my inner peace, my soul's reward,

For letting you stay and treating you like a treasure.

In this play, there is no forward or rewind,

Nothing lasts forever but life needs to move and I care.

You were just meant to be a story in my mind,

So, I am letting you go but my love for you is forever.

The shadow of you in my mind,

That crawls often only to hurt again.

I have got a soft heart, so be kind,

The grief you’ve caused, no words to explain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Queen of My Hell

I thought we are from the same world,

And you were the star that shone bold.

The ones born to shone millions of years ago,

To light hope in someone's life to glow.

Thought you are a sea of bliss,

From your first glimpse.

I wanted to declare my love from heaven,

Yet I reached hell from your hatred, a lesson.

Pain is the only prize,

For my true love showered, a surprise.

My heart was hunted only to be put down,

None would know, but forever I will mourn.

If there was a competition for pained hearts,

Mine would lead everyone in the race chart.

If there was a trophy for the hearts broken,

For the number of pieces, mine would surely win.

And if there was a kingdom for heart breaking,

You would be forever its queen, I'm not joking.

If there is really a place called hell,

There will be no king, but you as a queen will dwell.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

In Search of a Queen, I Became the King

I created a palace for you in my heart,

You refused to be the queen, to play your part.

Where I grew immense love for you in depth,

But you rejected to be the one, on this earth.

I built my world around you in a glass,

But your absence broke it and didn’t last.

In the broken cracks my new hope began to shower,

I never knew my strength, that existed before.

I learned that love is more than one face,

It is the strength to stand firm to find my place.

You were not the sun that warmed my sky,

But I have become the light and learnt to fly.

The tears I cried, dried creating a new way,

Each drop a lesson and now sorrows are away.

I have grown in silence, where once there was pain,

I have found strength like the flowers after rain.

I am no longer bound to love that never was mine,

I’ve come to realize that I am the one who will shine.

Your memory though it was sweet, will slowly fade,

As I move forward, I'm no longer afraid.

The palace I built was not for you alone,

It is for my heart, and now I have grown within.

The queen I wanted was not you, but a king in me,

And in this self love, I’m setting myself free.

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Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

ನನ್ನ ಅವಳು

ಚಂದನದ ಗೊಂಬೆ ಅವಳು,

ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿಗೆ ಶಾಂತಿ ತರುವವಳು.

ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲ್ಲೇ ನನ್ನಸೆಳೆದ ಚೆಲುವೆ,

ನಗು ನಗುತಾ ಬಾರೆ ನನ್ನೊಲವೆ.

ನನ್ನ ಜೀವನದ ಪ್ರಯಾಣದಲ್ಲಿ

ಇರಬೇಕು ಅವಳು ಸದಾ ನನ್ನ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ.

ಈ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮತ್ತು ಇತರ ಎಲ್ಲದರಲ್ಲೂ ಸಹ,

ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ಅವಳು ಇರಬೇಕು ನನ್ನ ಸನಿಹ

ಶ್ರೀಗಂಧದ ಸುವಾಸವು ಬಿತ್ತು, ಅವಳ ವಾಸದಲ್ಲಿ,

ಸನಿಹ ಬಂದರೆ ಅವಳು, ನಾನ್ ಹೋಗುವೆ ಮತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ.

ಅವಳು ನುಡಿದ ಮಾತುಗಳು, ಮುತಿನಂತೆ,

ನಾ ಅವಳ ನಗುವಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುವೆ ನನ್ನಕಥೆ.

ಬರೆದವರು

ಸಂಜಿ ಪಾಲ್ ಅರವಿಂದ್

She is a sandalwood doll,

She brings peace to my heart.

She grasped me through her beautiful eyes,

Come to me with a Smile dear.

In the journey of my life

She should always be with me.

In this life and in all others too,

Forever she should be close to me.

The fragrance of sandalwood fell, in her abode,

If she comes closer, I feel intoxicated.

Every words she spoke are like pearls,

I will write my story in her smile.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Journey of Life

The journey of life starts at birth,

And we meet several types of us, a mirth.

At the end makes us think, was that I,

And the ride never stops until our last bye.

Fetus to Infant, and to a child,

Teen to an adult, an age of wild.

Adult to middle age with emotions piled,

Once we understand life, we go mild.

From being a toddler,

To reaching an age that is way too older.

We weren't born with luxury or things,

Until the last day, a misery to which we cling.

Life is a roller coaster ride,

In a world big and wide.

A place for everyone, for a while to reside,

As it flows, it is better to accept and abide.

No expectation and no repent,

As it works like a venomous serpent.

The ride never stops until death,

As the journey of life starts at birth.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Memories of Teenage Love

When I fell for you first,

At the age of young, as a teen.

Wanted you as my love, to last,

Don't know, something came in between.

I witnessed your glow with a sparkle,

Around me, I felt like I was standing in the snow.

May be we both didn't knew love, so tragical,

Should have waited for us to grow.

All those sweet goodbye’s en route to school,

Many times eagerly I waited for your return.

Showing off in your presence, moments were cool,

Every time you weren’t near and my heart used to burn.

Sometimes what we want doesn't want us,

Time has its own plan, worse or for better.

Felt like it was love's curse,

Like mine, I hope you too ended with a life sweeter.

I wish I get a chance again for those small talks,

That once we had; on a gate standing either side.

Not bothered about sun down nor moon’s walk,

Just immersed in our talks, a time zone I wish to reside.

As a grown up, now I know, what it is;

We liked toys, our favorites as a kid.

Yet now we don’t sleep with them, but yet miss,

And we accept what life offers, and can't bid.

So, my dear I will forever cherish our younger days,

Now we are living a blessed life with mixed emotions.

Yet I wish, that one day we might meet, in our greys,

I hope to have a small chat about life’s perceptions.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Happy Makara Sankranti / Capricorn Festival

Pan-Indian solar festival of harvest,

Transition of the sun, Sagittarius to Capricorn,

It also marks a new beginning, a new quest,

Many names according to one's belief and tradition.

A social festivities with colourful decorations,

Once in a 12 year cycle celebrated as Kumbha Mela,

Thanksgiving with variety of rituals and traditions,

A prayer to the Sun, bathe at river Ganga & Yamuna, real gala.

Makara Sankranti, Pedda Panduga, Pongal, Magh Bihu

A Magha Mela with various names in India,

An auspicious festival, for blessing, people stand in que,

Celebrated by few other countries across Asia.

Suggi, harvest festival for Karnataka farmers,

Ellu Birodhu, a mixture of jaggery with sesame seeds,

A symbol of good luck and prosperity and to immerse,

A Feast for the Senses, so keep aside all your greed.

Experience the distinctive charm across all states,

A heartfelt tribute to our rich cultural heritage,

A mix of traditional music, dance and cultural activities,

Filled with blessing and happiness for all, engage.

To honor Sun God to pay tribute for his grace,

And energy that has enabled life and food on earth,

Doesn't matter what caste one is nor religion or race,

It is a way of showing our thanks to nature for its worth.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

14-Jan-2025

Money

Money like drug, too much makes you fly,

It lifts people up, then makes them cry.

The ones who use it wisely,

Get what they want precisely.

Minimal use of it for a life, long,

Accumulated, can make anyone sing a song.

It is wealth, you should know its importance,

Like a gym, you don’t get good guidance.

People who have too much, do not value,

The ones who don’t, slog like animals, no cue..

Smart people help the needy in charity and invest,

While some are greedy and make it their only quest..

The earth gives us food, and we felt no alarm.

When we worked on the fields to farm,

We never wanted riches nor we chased money,

Food and water were enough, not a penny.

In the current world of rupees,

Money is king and controls our dreams.

It decides what we eat, and how we dress,

It controls our health, stress, and our mess.

We run after gold, though we know it's a game,

Wanting riches and getting caught in its flame.

A car, a big house, a life full of show,

But will we find peace? or let our worries go?

I enjoy what money buys, comforts with ease,

But not at the cost of my inner peace.

I want a good life, free from stress,

No debt, no worries, but only happiness.

Chasing or running behind and accumulating,

For luxuries and comforts, not lasting.

So, I learnt a lesson that not to be deceived,

Money is a just tool of exchange, only if we believe.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Your Attraction

In a game where hearts play,

True love is more than just a passing day.

It’s not in looks or your beauty I see,

But in the bond that formed naturally.

It’s a connection and feeling that was so real,

That made me to feel truly ideal.

I try to hide my feelings and pretend I'm fine,

But my heart keeps pulling towards you, all the time.

Many people have caught my attention in past,

But your presence is what I truly lost.

It’s not just your beauty that makes you bright,

It’s the bond that I felt like a divine light.

When I’m with you, there’s a peaceful feel,

A relation so strong and deep which was so real.

Your beauty is special, but it’s not all I see,

But in your soul’s comfort that truly attracts me.

While others may have caught my eye,

It’s your spirit that makes my heart fly.

It’s not just your attraction that I admire,

But the love in your heart that ignites my fire.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

உன்னில் இணைவேன்

உன்னை கண்டதும் விழுந்தேன்,

விழுந்து விழுந்து உன்னை நினைத்தேன்,

நினைத்து நினைத்து தினமும் தவித்தேன்,

தவித்து தவித்து இம்மணில் அலைந்தேன்,

அலைந்து அலைந்து நிதமும் அலுதேன்,

அலுது அலுது நீர்போல் கரைந்தேன்,

கரிந்து கரிந்து என்னை பிரிந்தேன்,

பிரிந்து பிரிந்து காற்றில் கலந்தேன்,

கலந்தேன் கலந்தேன் உனது ஸ்வாசத்தில்,

ஸ்வாசமாய் ஸ்வாசமாய் உன்னை சேர்ந்தேன்.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Sowing and Reaping

When we sow love,

Hatred is what we reap.

When we sow friendship,

Betrayal is what we reap.

When we sow respect,

Disdain is what we reap.

When we sow honesty,

Cruelty is what we reap

When we sow strength,

Weakness is what we reap.

When we sow loyalty,

Treachery is what we reap.

When we sow happiness,

Sadness is what we reap.

When we sow life,

Death is what we reap.

But when we sow our faith,

Blessing we shall reap.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Accepting Life Beyond Expectations

A never-ending journey of expectations,

Doing things that we like without specifications.

Alcohol, drugs, porn, social media’s grip

People are lost in the essence of this trip.

Enjoy every moment of your life,

The goal should be to enjoy, not to dwell in grief.

Everyone has bad moments, days, weeks and even years,

That is OK; The good too has its time, no fears.

High social status meant all the chances,

But only to find a partner to romance.

There is a better women, career, vehicle and technology,

But this happiness doesn't last longer, and you end up with an apology.

Having children, taking care of family, and being healthy,

Are some important factors we have neglected and ended up being filthy.

Are we here with a purpose or for an obvious reason,

Or is it just because parents shared their love, and we were born.

Many think they’re kings, the world at their feet,

Because name, fame and money make them complete.

Life should be spent by simply enjoying life itself,

Living life to the fullest is the only mission for self.

The only precious things that we hold,

Is only our time and moments in this world.

There is no objective or meaning of life

Live and write your own dictionary without rife.

Like DNA, qualities differ from people to people,

There are no set rules or guidelines, everyone's equal.

Everyone is different from each other, never compare,

Be connected with cosmic nature.

There is no escape from this illusion,

We must leave this world one day, there's no mission.

The ultimate outcome of our life is ‘DEATH

Which was decided before the BIRTH.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

06-Jan-2025

Your Love, A Weapon

Your thoughts started like small drops,

Accumulated, now into an ocean,

I am drowning in your thoughts,

Don’t know if I can make it alone.

You are one of nature’s game,

One of cosmic' s lessons for me,

Just a disaster that just came.

To accept myself with what I have and be.

Like the rise and set of the sun,

You too are one of my life's season,

Like summer, winter and rain,

Which stayed a while and is now gone.

Some heart break leaves a scar

As the chains of your memories,

And the heartache journeys too far

As it has tied me up forever with lies.

Thoughts of you makes my heart to soar,

All my emotions on a roller coaster thrill.

When you had a million ways to murder,

Yet you chose love as a weapon for the kill.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Mini Me

There is always a deep whisper inside,

I call him mini me, a guide.

When loneliness hits life,

I prefer talking to him about my grief.

He is too busy with thoughts flowing,

Like a river of sunshine, glowing.

We end up discussing various things

And spend time like siblings.

All questions running wild in mind,

Why, What, Where, Who & When, it grinds.

A soul who listens without any whine,

Doesn’t matter if it's darkness or sunshine.

He was born the day I was,

Differences arise during disputes.

Like twins we stay,

Like warriors we slay.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Bad People We Meet

With a bunch of thieves,

An honest one always grieves,

But one day, they’ll build trust,

And the thieves will learn what’s just.

With a bunch of fools,

A wise one cannot be cool,

But through patience, they’ll see light,

And fools may start to think right.

With a bunch of weak,

A strong one will becomes meek,

But strength is shown in lifting all,

And weakness will no longer fall.

With a bunch of frauds,

An honest one holds no cards,

But truth will shine through cracks of lies,

And falsehoods will meet their demise.

With a bunch of bullies,

A brave one looks silly,

But courage stands firm, though mocked or insulted,

And soon the bullies are united in dread.

With a bunch of evils,

A godly one gets chills,

But light will flicker through the dark,

And evil trembles, feeling stark.

With a bunch of riches,

A poor one is just a glitch,

But wealth is fleeting, hearts may grow,

And the poor will find their treasures glow.

With a bunch of wicked,

A virtuous one always gets smacked,

But virtue stands, though bruised and bent,

And wickedness will find its end.

With a bunch of slackers,

A hard-working one always lacks,

But diligence, though slow, will climb,

And soon the slackers fall behind.

With a bunch of playfulls,

With true-love one often falls,

But love, though pure, will stand the test,

And playfulness will fade, while hearts find rest.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The One Who Stole My World

As a storm during my peace,

To steal, all of my joys.

You brought grief, a friend along,

Accepted, believing for me, it belonged.

Like the heavy waves in an ocean,

Wiping away all my happiness, insane.

Was already sailing in a tsunami,

Yet you made it worse, like an enemy.

Your words, like nectar sweet,

But actions spilled with venom, deceit.

You tore my fragile heart apart,

Along with my soul, forcing me to depart.

A pure soul behind the mask I wear,

That you failed to witness, failed to care.

You toyed with my pain,

You, the ghost of my past, I refrain.

Realising I lived within a lie,

All I cherished was just a dye.

The whole world I built, you stole,

Every piece that was once whole.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind