My Adoration and My Zeal (Re-written)

 

In this world my ADORATION for her is extreme,

BEGUILING and CHARISMATIC she is in my dream.

DAUNTLESS she stands, ENCHANTING with grace,

Wondrously FABULOUS in her presence.

GORGEOUS she is for I have a special place,

In my HEART, her image I will forever trace.

She is an INSPIRATION in my JOYFUL rhyme

Her KINDNESS is music in time.

LUCIOUS in spirit, MAGNIFICENT in sight,

Her NOBILITY shines during my darkest nights.

An OASIS of comfort and she is my PRECIOUS,

a queen of my world, with pure RADIANCE.

SAGACIOUS in her wisdom and in care, she is TENDER,

UNIQUE in all ways, VIVACIOUS in her spirit.

She is my only WONDER and XENODOCHIAL IN HEART,

For her alone I YEARN as she ignites my ZEAL.

In every moment, I want her feel,

She is the core of my love, a real deal.

All compilation of her virtues align,

As she is my A - Z and forever will remain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

If I Was, I Wish...

If I was earth, I wish you to be my sun,

If I was oceans, I wish you to be my moon,

If I was air, I wish you to be my oxygen,

If I was fire, I wish you to be my flame,

If I was the sky, I wish you to be my stars,

If I was a tree, I wish you to be my roots,

If I was a flower, I wish you to be my bloom,

If I was a river, I wish you to be my stream,

If I was a song, I wish you to be my music,

If I was a dream, I wish you to be in it forever,

If I was rain, I wish you to be my thunder,

If I am in the dark, I wish you to be my sight.

In all corners of this wide vast universe,

I would forever want to be with you in all forms.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Ghost of Her

The ghost of her, haunts me forever,

I will not be at peace in life, never.

When I am alone, I felt a hand, touching,

Was it her, I was just thinking.

When I am asleep, I hear my name called,

Was it her, I wanted to move but stalled.

When in dreams, I see someone always,

Was it her, I wish she forever stays.

When I walk, I see a shadow next to mine,

Was it her, as I see her presence, is it a sign.

When I am in the dark, I felt a good vibe,

Was it her, I am unable to describe.

Do ghosts of living people exist?

Or is it memories that I'm unable to resist.

Is it my mind, that is keeping her alive,

With the ghost of her, don't know how I will survive?

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

என் மீதான கோபங்கள் | The Angers Against Me

உந்தன் ஒளி நிஜமென்றேன்,

சூரியனுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உன்னை என் நிலவென்றேன்,

அந்த நிலாவுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உந்தன் அதிர்வு போதுமென்றேன்,

காற்றுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உன் வாசம் நறுமணமென்றேன்,

பூக்களுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உந்தன் மனம் ஆலமென்றேன்,

கடலுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உந்தன் சிந்தனை பெரியதேன்றேன்,

வானத்துக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உந்தன் நடை நளினமென்றேன்,

ஓடும் நதிகளை என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது

நீ ஒருவள்தான் அழகென்றேன்,

இந்த இயற்கைக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உன்னை உச்சத்தில் வைத்தேனென்று,

கடவுளுக்கு என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

நீ என்னுடையவள் என்றேன்,

அனால் உனக்கும் என்மேல் கோபம் வந்தது.

உந்தன் கோபம் சாபம் போல மாறி,

சாபம் சுட்டெரிக்கும் தீயாய் மாறி

அந்த தீ நீயாய் மாறி,

என்னை எரித்து சாம்பலாக்கியது.

The Angers Against Me

I said your glow is true,

The sun got angry on me.

I said you are prettier,

The moon got angry on me.

I said yours is a good vibe,

The air got angry on me.

I said your fragrance is pleasant,

The flowers got angry on me.

I said your heart is a deep place,

The oceans got angry on me.

I said your thoughts are big,

The sky got angry on me.

I said your charm pleases me,

The rivers got angry on me.

I said you alone is beautiful,

Nature got angry with me.

I kept you on top of this world,

The gods got angry at me.

I said you belong to me,

And you too got angry at me.

Your anger turned into a curse,

The curse turned into a burning fire,

And that fire turned into you,

Burned me to ashes.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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