The Regret of What We Offer

Do not grieve for what you offer,

When you give, it becomes greater.

Some will need what you shower,

For their growth and to become better.

Expecting in return is not wise,

It doesn't mean it has no price.

At time all of that, what we give,

Is what some people are wanting to receive.

Holding onto it or leaving its grip,

Is up to others, accept it or let it slip.

To give, do not think it is a mistake,

As one can accept or reject to partake.

To pour out from our heart is a testament,

In one’s own capacity, grace and for upliftment.

It always matters, for some to lose and to gain,

It makes a difference and will not go in vain.

But we will never know its fruit,

Sweet, sour or bitter and don’t regret it.

The giver should always be at peace,

That is how you will receive grace.

What we give is our reflection,

We are not responsible for its reaction.

As when you give it becomes greater,

And do not grieve for what you offer.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The You In Me

When I pluck out my heart, still bleeding with love;

You will see yourself in every beat.

When I open my skull for you to see my brain;

You will witness every cell in it with your thoughts.

When I get you to meet the cells in my body;

You will see them go crazy as they are addicted to you.

When I peel my skin off my flesh for you to see my inner self;

You will watch how my flesh is attracted to you.

When I pull out my nerves and place it in your hands,

You will watch how it dances in your vibe.

When I take out my liver to see the blood production and purification;

You will see how every drop is imprinted with you.

When I open up for you to meet my hormones;

You will see how eager they are for you.

When I go deeper and open my soul allowing you to feel;

You will realise how much it is connected with yours.

When I become dust and if you can see through it;

You will still see you in every particle.

All the pain through the above activity will be less

compared to the pain you have given me.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Her Imprints

She came into my world quietly,

Shook my soul, I lost completely.

All the burdens felt lighter,

Life painted with color I never saw before.

One fine day she will be gone,

Wondering what went wrong, all alone.

Often people who bring us happiness,

Leave when we are happiest, creating chaos.

Her laughter, her touch made my sky shine,

She stayed for a while, walked away, for me to whine.

She made my whole heart her home,

Left me with nothing but memories of a game.

Loved her deeply, only for her to slip away,

Like sand that slips through the hand, no way.

I believed it was for a reason,

Realised she came to teach me a lesson.

But the place that she created,

Is now empty and it is now haunted.

Love is beautiful and cruel too,

It fills empty hearts and void also, true.

When she left, my heart started aching,

Even when I try to move on, it’s still poking.

A part of my soul has prints of her foot,

Etched like a trademark, her symbol stays put.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Weight of Illusions

In a busy world where happiness doesn’t last,

A hidden truth begins to occupy us too fast.

With open hearts, we allow few people in,

A deeper pain hides behind smiles, for us within.

They come to us for comfort and in disguise,

With soft words and sincere eyes.

We build our dreams on broken hopes,

But soon their charm breaks and fades.

The love we felt starts to decrease,

All the colors and light go off with no trace.

And in that silence, a thought we let grow,

A haunting pain filled with sorrow.

And in this life of give and take,

Always victims feel pain and we break.

For in search of a relationship’s comfort,

To fill the emptiness and to soothe our hurt.

We still reach out even when in pain,

With hope that falls like tears of rain.

But if we see through all their lies,

Would we still chase those floating ties?

In truth, the world is mixed and wide,

Filled with both joy and pain inside.

While some hearts may choose to hide,

The scars of relations cannot be denied.

So let us learn to handle with care,

To protect our hearts that we share.

For in the bad times our strength will grow,

And through this pain our spirits will flow.

In every tear a lesson awaits,

In every break our heart relates.

To love is brave but to know its cost,

For in our life’s quest, we risk & we get lost.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

जन्म दिन मुबारक - A Birthday Poem

जन्म दिन मुबारक, यारा

आपके माता पिता की है दुआ, सबसे बड़ा

खिलते रहो फूल जैसा, हर सुबह

खुशियों की बरसात हो, आप पर हर जगह.

आपकी मुस्कान से रोशन हो रास्ता,

हर खुशी का है आप ज़िंदा आस्था,

ज़िन्दगी में आये सुख, समृद्धि और प्यार

आपके सपनों की हो खबि न कामी, यार.

जन्मदिन की यह खुशबू, सबको बाए,

आपका हर पल खुशियों से सजाये,

बढ़ते रहो आगे, सपनों की सान्ग,

हो सबसे अनमोल, आप हैं इस दुनिया के रंग.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Power of Her Absence

When she left my world behind,

The sun stopped to shine, unkind.

The moon became dim with a faded disguise,

Like lights were off all over the skies.

The rivers stopped their flow,

The air grew thick with no oxygen, will she know.

The fire turned cold, lost all its flame,

The earth lost gravity, nothing was the same.

The oceans turned to desert land,

All the green withered, like a strand.

The earth was with endless quakes,

Breaking apart lost its strength, now weak.

I watched the planets in my universe,

Crashing to dust, seems like a curse.

The whole universe became dark,

That was the power of her spark.

All that ever mattered to me not in existence,

The whole galaxy became null with no chance.

That was the power of her absence,

The drug in her love, pushed me to be in trance.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ದುಃಖ | The Sadness of My Love

ಸುಖವನ್ನು ಕೊಡಲು ನಾನು,

ದುಃಖವನ್ನು ಉಡುಗೋರೆ ಪಡೆದೆ.

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಕೊಡಲು ನಾನು,

ಪ್ರತಿಯಾಗಿ ನಿನ್ನ ದ್ವೇಷವನ್ನು ಪಡೆದೆ.

ಜೀವನ ಕಳೆಯಲು ನಿನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ, ಕನಸು ಕಂಡೆ

ನಿನ್ನಿಂಧಲೆ ಜೀವ ಕಳೆದ್ದು ಮೃತ್ಯನ್ನು ಪಡೆದೆ

ಹರುಷ ನಿನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಹುಡುಕಿ ಬಂದೆ,

ನಿರಾಸೆಯಿಂಧ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದೇ.

ಸೊಗಸನ್ನುಕಾಣಲು ಓಡಿ ಬಂದೆ

ಕೊಳಕೆಂದು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನೀ ಎಸೆದೇ.

ಸಂಗಾತಿ ಆಗು ನಾನೆಂದೇ,

ವಿರೋಧಿ ಎಂದು ದೂರ ಹೋದೇ.

ಹೂವೆಂದು ದುಂಬಿ ಆಧೇ,

ದುಂಬಿ ಎಂಧು ನೀ ತುಳಿದೇ.

ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ನೀ ಬಾಗಿಲೆಂದು ಬಂದೆ,

ನರಕದ ಬಾಗಿಲನ್ನು ನೀ ತೋರಿಸಿಧೆ.

ಸಂಜಿ-ಪಾಲ್ ಅರವಿಂದ್

I came to give you happiness,

But instead, I received sorrow as a gift.

I came to offer love,

But in return, I got your hatred.

To spend life with you is what I dreamt of,

But I lost my life and found death through you.

I sought joy in you,

But with disappointment I lost in despair.

I came running to see beauty,

You threw me away like dirt.

I asked you to be my companion,

Instead became your enemy, drifting far away.

Thought you were a flower, so I became a honey bee,,

But you crushed me for being a honey bee.

I thought you are the gate to heaven,

But you showed me the path to hell.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

I See You

I see you, I see you,

In everything, I see you

You dwell in my every view.

In all this world's hue.

Even when you are not near,

To lose you is my all-time fear,

Not from my life but from my thought,

Or my memory, is my biggest plight.

But I see you, I see you,

In everything, I see you

Don't know how and I have no clue,

When I am surrounded and even in the blue.

All moments together, took a flight and flew,

I am left to suffer, as from your heart, you threw.

Yet, I see you, I see you,

In everything, I see you

A real masterpiece for my eyes,

A pleasant tune for my ears,

A consoling beauty on your face,

From within, none can ever erase.

As I see you, I see you,

In everything, I see you

In all this world's hue.

You'll dwell in my every view.

In everything, I'll see you

Forever I'll see you, I'll see you.

Song By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Mercy Killing

From my heart, when you walked out,

You took something along that I sought.

And left everlasting sadness,

It affected me so deeply and I am a mess.

I nurtured all my regret,

Only to repeatedly get hurt.

Disappointment, pain and tears,

Have become friends of mine for years.

The love I cultivated within,

Is my true self and a reflection.

You and me meeting and being together,

Sharing a short time with no future.

You couldn't taste my true love, I impart,

The fruits from the garden of my heart.

Like a thief in the dark, your memory awaits,

To play with my emotions and havoc it creates.

You should've killed my love with mercy,

As it will not survive your loss, you won’t see.

Your part in my story ended, I thought.

When from my heart, you walked out.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Love For you

My love can go greedy,

For you it has become needy.

My love can go jealous,

As your heart is fabulous.

My love can go angry,

As you have become my worry.

My love can go wild,

As your memories have piled.

My love can go insecure,

As your love for me is pure.

My love can go clingy,

As your love will not allow me to go dingey.

My love can go addictive,

As your heart is very selective.

My love can go aggressive,

As for you, I've to be protective.

My love can go possessive,

As your care for me is massive.

My love can become anything I wish

But never can become hate, it can only flourish.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

என் ஆசைகளும் விருப்பங்களும் | My Wishes and Wants

உன் உடல் போல் உலகம் ஒன்று வேண்டும்,

என்றென்றும் அதீல் நான் வாழ வேண்டும்.

உன் இதயம் போல் ஒரு கடல் அங்கு வேண்டும்,

எண்றும் அதீல் நான் நீந்தி மிதக்க வேண்டும்.

உன் முகம் பொலிவு போல் ஒரு சூரியன் வேண்டும்,

அதன் ஒளி பகலில் என்மேல் பொலிய வேண்டும்.

உன் முக அழகு போல் வெண்ணிலா ஒன்று வேண்டும்

அதனை இரவு முழுவதும் நான் ரசிக்க வேண்டும்.

உன் சிரிப்பு மழையாக பொழிய வேண்டும்,

அதில் தினமும் நான் நனைய வேண்டும்.

உன் கண்கள் போல் நட்சத்திரங்கள் வேண்டும்,

அதன் அழகை கண்டு நான் மகிழ வேண்டும்.

உன் கூந்தல் போல் ஆகாயம் வேண்டும்,

அதன்கீழ் நான் விலையடா வேண்டும்.

உந்தன் மடிபோல் ஒரு வீடு வேண்டும்,

அமைதியாக நான் அதில் உறங்க வேண்டும்.

My Wishes and Wants

I wish a world like your body,

In which I want to live forever.

I wish an ocean like your heart,

In which I want to swim and float.

I wish a sun like the brightness of your face,

I want its light to shine upon me all day.

I wish a moon like the beauty of your face,

I want to enjoy its view all night.

I wish your laughter to pour like rain,

I want to soak in it every day.

I wish stars like your eyes,

I want to rejoice in its beauty.

I wish a sky like your hair,

Under it, I want to play .

I wish a house like your lap,

I want to sleep in it peacefully.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Love Burned in Her Flame

How can I hate her, once in my heart, I kept,

My heart is betrayed and I'm unable to accept.

She is the most painful pleasure,

I wish it would disappear like the weather.

What she gave me was empty love, a trickery,

All her words were filled with lies, it was mockery.

Neither weather, nor storms, nor the cold,

Can change the love in me that I'll hold.

I see her reflection in everyone,

As I'm trapped in her image as I see none.

I want to be free from the spell of her,

But my heart pulls me back with love and care.

Did she forget that I made her heart shine,

Yet, she walked away as if everything was fine.

I made her shine from from my glow,

She burned me with my flame that forever grows.

I was not me when around her everywhere

I don't know why, with no clue and unsure.

My heart screams for her alone,

But her silence made me an unknown.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Birthday Poem for my Daughter

Heaven lost a wonderful soul,

The day you were born, made me whole.

By mistake God put you on this Earth,

Instead of keeping you; not knowing your worth.

The day I held you, this Earth felt bright,

A joyful celebration with pure delight.

Nature blossomed in its finest colour,

Greenery flourished with the gift of your decor.

Out of 365 days in a year,

Your birthday stands out and will shine forever.

I will always be grateful, with all of my heart,

That the gods brought you to play your part.

But, with a small disappointed with little sorrow,

That you were never meant to stay for all tomorrow.

As long as you’re happy, keep spreading joy all around,

That’s all that matters, it is where my peace will be found.

The sun rises just to wish your day,

The moon watches you over, when you sleep.

The wind blows gently to keep you cool,

And the rain falls softly to soothe you, nature’s rule.

A day that will be forever special in my world,

Will remain in my heart like a shining gold.

As long as you live, and as long as you smile,

I will forever cherish you in every mile.

Happy Birthday, my daughter, forever you to shine,

In this world, you’re my gift from the divine.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind 

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

Lover’s Day

A day to celebrate love,

Which is not true, and no longer a trove.

Fleeting emotions playing in one's mind,

Not lasting, all people in it, gone blind.

With fake and false promises,

Love, in many things, it disguises.

For some love is like changing ones clothing,

From one to another, they keep shifting.

There were a time people died for love's sake,

Today with fake love people kill, a mistake.

Love like blood flow, one should carry it always,

It’s like a shadow, when in dark, it loses its way.

True love is that of a mother,

A man cannot be loved by any other.

True love is that of a father,

A woman cannot be truly loved by no greater.

Self-love is the greatest among all,

You will never get a chance to fall.

There is no better heart in the world,

Then yours, you can dwell, it’s gold.

Celebrate Lover's Day with parents,

They are the first love and will last for all events.

To have faith in the gods is love, it’s beginning,

True love is to unite all human beings.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Pen With Emotions

If my pen had a heart, it would explode,

As I write so much that it shall implode.

It feels that my pen is in constant thirst,

Every time I hold it; it writes about you first.

My pen bleeds with your feelings,

At times I feel like, one heart we're sharing,

It starts to write on its own when it's held

As it is addicted to you and impelled.

My pen does not need ink to write,

As it writes from my blood after we fight.

When my hands tremble, my soul holds the grip,

And again, my pen starts to write, doesn't slip.

You are a poem that I intended to become a poet,

I wished with you I could sing a love's duet.

Under the grey clouds when the world goes quiet,

With hearts together and hands held tight.

Just Random Thoughts By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Illusion of Her

I have loved her every line and curves,

Her soul, flesh & blood and all her nerves.

From her feet to the top of her head,

Her lovely hair, like an evening cloud, spread.

Forehead, a place where dreams are born,

A perfect curve upon her face, I will adorn.

Her eyes are like twinkling stars in night,

Her nose is like a tulip petal’s sight.

Her lips are soft and gentle like a peach,

Her chin is like a half moon, I wish to touch.

Her neck is like a curve on a violin,

Then two gentle hills like bullets in a gun.

Sliding to a soft gentle spiral,

A part that often goes viral.

Two curvy hip dips high and low,

Balances its beauty when marched with a flow.

A treasure of small secret dense garden

No visitors allowed and it's forbidden.

The pillars beautifully sculpted, when standing,

Too perfect to be real, they are prompting.

Feet like silk on skin, it leaves a trace,

Each step is a whisper and full of grace.

From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet,

Every line and curves are perfect, a real treat.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Mentalligence

My mind has different kind of thoughts,

And I feel that they are unimaginable,

It is always about you and ever will be,

Such is the impact of yours on me.

I fight with my thoughts every day,

To clear the fog inside to make a new way.

I thought you are my destiny,

In a que, I don't know how many.

I fell in love with an idea in my mind,

For in reality, I was unable to find.

The one that my mind created, its intelligence,

It doesn't listen to me; I am in mode of negligence.

An image of her created and portrayed,

My mind's game that I got played.

None will I blame, as it was a game,

Only players sustain, if they tame.

The fights now turned into a battle,

Whoever loses, I am in trouble.

My mind now acts, A Mental Intelligence,

I cannot ignore nor deny its existence.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

An Ode to Someone Special

When the curtains of the window swayed,

In the morning's breeze, sliding it aside,

When the sun trembled as it rose,

And its shine touched her skin, a kiss,

It seemed like the sun walked down,

To wish good morning to let her know its dawn.

The sun wants to crown her with its shine,

Saying that forever she will be fine,

It seems like blessings from the heavens,

And a sign from nature, a confession,

She is an angel, blessed by the gods,

And she will outshine many in life's odds.

It makes her whole as she is organic,

One can feel the intimacy and her magic,

As she is connected with this nature,

And not just another creature,

That came to this earth just to dwell,

She is an angel, that by mistake who fell.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Written having a daughter in mind.

Trust

Trust is like salt in a dish,

It doesn't matter if it's veg or non veg.

If it is low cost or no cost at all,

Even an expensive dish needs a pinch of salt.

If there is no trust, there is no authenticity,

For all, in this world, one can be from any city.

Trust is like a fine strong thread,

Which holds all relationships small and broad.

God has stitched humans with a fine touch,

With trust, faith and loyalty, a good match.

Yet again we meet plenty in the crowd,

Who uses trust to walk over us, in life's road.

We are variety of dishes on a platter,

Without a pinch of trust, we do not matter.

In this world, many value fame and money,

It’s my experience, you’ve got to trust me.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

You Think I'm Loving You?

I'm loving you from the beginning,

Since the beginning of earth came to being.

Not only on this but on all that exists,

And all that will be formed, infinite.

From a period of when sun’s first shine,

For all centuries that are past gone.

From the time the time ticked from its freeze,

From when the air started its breeze.

Since the earth and water was separated,

And when the darkness, from light was parted.

Since the first plant started to grow,

And all that will, for every tomorrow.

When I was a fetus in my mother womb,

And for all eternity, until I reach my tomb.

Since my DNA formed in this birth,

And even in all my future self's death.

My love is part of this cosmic dust,

It shall be until the day the earth bursts.

The truth, even when you knew,

It still remains in you; You Think I'm Loving You?

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The You, That Was Unreal

The real her is not her that I loved,

My real love was for that person,

Whom my mind and heart portrayed,

The image I set on her, a treason.

I fell for my own imagination,

That was born out of my love, pure.

Now I realised that it was a distraction,

And a sickness that never had a cure.

I was addicted to the idea of someone,

Expecting her to complete me as whole.

The key to my happiness it not with one,

But in all that I do, makes me a good soul.

She was a dream, I created from my vision,

I should've left her there forever to reside.

I let her write my script for my joys, a failed mission,

A fool was I, not knowing joy is always inside.

My heart like a pet dog, expected it to fetch,

Betraying myself and living in my own fear.

I was chasing the one that I will never catch,

Was running to a destination that was never there.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Women's Emotional Roller Coaster

In a place that is deep in women's heart,

Where emotions play its part.

Each emotions have a unique wall,

Everything hangs framed, big and small.

All feelings stored deep inside,

The place men wish forever to reside.

An ever-changing emotional roller coaster,

Is not a ride meant for all men, and I deter.

May be even gods didn't want to interfere,

As there are no set rules or guidelines to refer.

A place which is a complicated maze,

It is nature’s way and for some a curse.

A woman's feelings are like passing clouds,

At times it is sunny and sometimes it's dark in moods.

It is an art not all will understand,

One's who do, like a player can withstand.

Women change their minds like the weather,

Never giving importance to logic, never.

Their actions reveal who they really are,

As words are formed by their emotions, be clear.

I am not blaming any here,

As it's the rule of the nature.

The ones who understand these emotions play,

Lives like a king and for sure he will slay.

A Ride By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Love is the Last Illusion

We often get attached to feelings,

It is temporary and will not last, a fling

Love doesn’t define who we are,

One’s self-worth should come from afar.

We worry whether we’re loved or not,

Will people we care for, stay in our comfort.

This is the illusion we live with every day,

Love isn’t forever, it is experiences, in our way.

Nothing is permanent, relationships change,

Feelings shift, we might feel strange.

Love is less about emotions within,

And more about what we attach in the skin.

Love is the final burden we must face,

To understand ourselves and find our place.

We are already complete, that’s the truth,

And connected to something bigger, know its worth.

True love isn’t about seeking outside,

It is to feel whole, and find it inside.

We think that if we find the right one,

Everything will fall into place, and life will be fun.

But happiness, validation, and peace,

No one power on it and it doesn’t come from others,

Love isn’t about needing someone to make us whole,

We already are, what we seek exists within our soul.

Inspired by the Bhagavad Geetha

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Jukebox Life

Some lives are a jukebox player

Others expect to play them for songs forever.

They expect music according to their mood,

It doesn't matter, happy or sad, bad or good.

They want them to play for entertainment,

Even if they’re broken, they must, for fulfilment.

Their lives end's up pleasing everyone,

Forgetting to live a life of their own.

A coin of education to play the song of school,

A coin of salary to play the song of hard work,

A coin of marriage to play a song of a perfect husband

A coin of children to play a song of a good father

A coin of religion to play the song of faith

A coin of pleasure to play the song of satisfaction

A coin of love to play the song of pain

A coin of death to play the song of a goodbye.

No one realises that if a jukebox plays,

For a long time, by internal damage it dies.

I hope that people accept it and obey,

Respecting all living beings is a cosmic way.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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