Respect Is the Food for Your Soul

Ensure, in the right place, you are seated,

Like everyone, you too are well treated.

Let the table be the biggest and finest;

If respect is not served, walking out is best.

Nothing on earth is as valuable as respect,

It is your duty and morale, to expect.

Do not allow people to talk ill,

As your life is not at other's will.

We live in a world with people,

Who worries about what we bring to the table.

None is glad that we made it there,

Do not dine with this kind, ever.

Respect is the food for one's soul,

While peace is the dessert, don't be a fool.

All humans are born and die alike,

And you don’t have to please all; you will break.

You are here to live your life,

It doesn't matter if it’s happy, sad, or with grief.

You can be rich or poor, strong or weak,

It’s your cup; never from others you seek.

Racism isn't religion or colour of the skin,

Nor it's language or caste; it's always within.

When few are treated well in your presence,

The best gift to give them is your absence.

It will be better to starve and reach the grave,

Than feasting with people, who are naïve.

If you don’t like and are not living free,

Move, as you are not a tree.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

People and Their Disguises

The disguise for evil is to be a saint.

With sweet words and a face with many paint.

The disguise of selfishness is shown as love,

Fast and fiery, not from above.

The disguise of hatred is acting kind,

A handshake given, but no heart behind.

The disguise of greed is called giving,

Helping others it seems, but selfishly living.

The disguise of fear is shown as brave

Strong outside and inside, it shaves the cave.

The disguise of guilt looks soft & pure,

But inside, the truth hides for sure.

The disguise of ignorance speaks like it's wise,

Big words said but with empty lies.

The disguise of pride is wearing humility,

Acts so modest, but full of vanity.

The disguise of silence is called peace,

But sometimes it's fear, and cries cease.

The disguise of weakness is strength displayed,

To gain our trust, games are played.

The disguise of bondage looks like freedom

But we still follow rules in this earthly kingdom.

We are forced to live with saints holding swords,

As we trust the face and not their words.

Yet disguise has power to rule our society,

Hiding truth behind silent authority.

Not all that is cold and white is snow,

But still we walk this life, and we must know.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Your Life, In Your Hands

Life is an open ground,

Not the one you found.

Like all, it is given to you too.

What you do with it, you should know.

You can turn it into a ground to play,

People will come for games, night and day.

You can build something and make your way,

For a better life, not bothering what others say.

You can make a garden, with full of flowers,

Where love and care pours like a shower.

You can create a sea of happiness,

Where all can come and be part of your bliss.

You can create a heaven,

To dwell with peace for your loved ones.

You can make the ground for burial,

Where only the dead lay silent or make a hell.

It’s your ground, you can make anything,

As long as it serves you for better good things.

Things that add value to your body and soul,

As there are always others, who want to play foul.

Life is like an assembled vehicle,

You are its driver and you are in control.

Destination for each one of us same,

How you drive is your game.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Too Much of Giving

Like a plant dies with too much of water,

In life also, every bond becomes shorter.

Too much of anything gets you nothing bright,

True feelings are simple, not full of light.

Too much care can kill a relationship,

Too much love can make you lonely in the ship

Too much honesty gets you hated

Too much work may not make you appreciated.

Too much helping, will make you forget,

Too much giving, will lead you to regret.

Too much silence, makes your heart go far,

Too much talking reveals who you are.

Too much trust can break you up,

Too much thinking can steal your sleep.

Too much hope can make you fall

Too much waiting, will get you nothing at all.

The world respects people with mask,

Success is measured but not its task.

Fame, name and wealth is respected,

Not measuring the remains of the neglected.

Too much being nice, people will use,

Too much loyalty, you will get refused.

So, in life, balance is the key,

Giving your full, makes you a donkey.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Caring Heart

A caring heart is like a wounded animal,

For the cunning and selfish you become a meal.

Soft heart is like an open ground,

As fakers and controllers come and surround.

People are not always cruel,

But they adjust to what they feel is easy, nature’s rule.

If you take all pain by accepting,

Then the world will give you nothing.

The one who tolerates everything,

Like air, always present but they mean nothing.

Those who are always available and ready,

Are not respected, just seen as a nobody.

It's not that the people are bad,

But what you show is not accepted, it’s sad.

You taught them your needs can wait,

When you bend, your energy becomes their plate.

Don’t train people how to treat you,

By forgetting to love and protect yourself too.

Over giving looks nice, but it’s always hidden pain,

And others enjoy, while you stand in the rain.

Don’t become rude, but become wise,

Kindness is good but not if it dies.

You were born to love with care and pride,

And to protect your peace, keep strength inside.

Because kindness that kills your soul,

It is not kindness, it’s a deep black hole.

And no one will pull you out or even see

Unless that someone is you, to become truly free.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Opinion of Others!

What will people say?

A question that makes many astray.

They forget to live life their own way,

And end up sad everyday.

Live your life to the fullest,

As you are a blessing from the highest.

People will always have something to say,

You cannot stop them, so don’t let your mind sway.

People talk about others when they are happy,

And they will talk when one's life is crappy.

People just need something to discuss,

Why take their words so serious?

If one is successful, they will complain,

And when you struggle, they will still talk again.

They will speak when you earn with hard work and pain,

And even when you suffer loss or strain.

This one question has broken many dreams,

And when you are down, no one hears your scream.

So, do not bother about what people may talk,

It’s your life, your path and your walk.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Womanhood!

Being a woman is a journey with many sides,

With many hopes and pressure from all sides.

She keeps changing roles every day;

A Wife, mother, sister, daughter on her way.

She is like sugarcane, sweet but pressed,

Giving her best, even when stressed.

People may say she is not strong,

But for her loved ones, she'll go far and long.

No one can say what a woman should be,

She is full and perfect, can't you see?

She doesn't need rules made by some,

Especially when they are unfair and dumb.

She cries, she weeps, and sometimes falls,

She laughs, she loves, and also breaks many walls.

She feels jealous, and is gentle and calm,

Still, carries a strength that's strong and warm.

She may not always speak out loud,

But that doesn't mean she isn't proud.

She can show you heaven here on earth,

Or become a hell, for all she is worth.

Her confidence shines brighter than her fears,

A soul who plays many roles through all years.

So, adore her as she is perfect as a partner,

a teacher, a guide, and a true love as a mother.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

All Need to Hear This

The days are flying by,

We don’t know when we'll say goodbye.

As all we do is work, eat, sleep and pay bills

Forgetting the real stress that quietly kills.

Enjoy what you can and all you can,

A short walk in the park doesn't need a plan.

Watch the sky, sunrise and sunsets,

Listen to your favorite music and the beats.

The world needs not just successful people,

But kind souls, to lift with others with no quarrel.

Wealth may bring comfort and satisfaction,

But spreading love and care is true gratification.

Be happy, Laugh freely and always carry a smile,

In a short life, that's never out of style.

Life's pure joy are not always costly,

As everyone of us deserves them, honestly

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Sanji-Paul Arvind

Life Is Meant to Live

All I want to do is,

To live life with bliss.

What is meant for me is mine,

and I want it to be, I don't whine.

I am no better than any,

And no one's better than me.

I am not here to compete,

Just to live my life, complete.

I don't judge skin or race,

As it doesn't reveal ones grace.

I don't judge people gold or wealth,

It's their path, hard work, their stealth.

I may not have what other do,

And I have things they don't too.

As names are written on each grain,

So is time, everyone has their own to shine.

I don't live by the rule of any book,

As I am a river and I flow, not by luck.

What is meant for one will find its way,

What isn't will not stay, it'll fade someday.

Life is meant to live,

Yet, we all just try to survive.

Fame, name and wealth we chase,

No one learns, life's each minute dies.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**You judge my life based on this poems; This Poem and my life are not 2 different things.