All That She Didn’t Do It

I gave her my love as a gift,

Hoping she would keep it forever, but she didn't.

I gave her care to comfort her,

Expecting she would return it, but she didn't.

I gave her my heart, full of emotions,

Expecting she wouldn't throw it away, but she did.

I gave her the power to destroy me,

Expecting she wouldn't, but she did.

I gave her peace, built around her,

Expecting she would keep it intact, but she didn't

I gave her my time, my most valuable,

Expecting she would treasure it, but she didn't.

I gave her my whole world,

Expecting she would stay, but she didn't

I gave her my life and my all,

Expecting she would safeguard it, but she didn't.

All that I hoped she wouldn’t do,

She ended up doing it.

And all that I wished she would do,

She ended up not doing it.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Unfinished Love!

Some bonds bloom like morning flowers,

Others fade like evening shadows.

Destiny writes some stories fully,

While some remain as hum in the wind,

Yet each has a purpose, a lesson to give.

Love is not always meant to be held,

Not always meant for keeping or owning.

It lives in memory, in feeling, syncs with soul,

A universal life force that flows beyond,

Teaching us that freedom is the heart of love.

Some love remain unfinished,

Not for lack, but for deeper meaning.

They show us detachment, patience and truth,

Is the essence of love, not in possession,

But the ability to let go and simply feel.

Every meeting joins through karmic pasts,

Some bonds are short, yet powerful.

They awaken truths, settle debts, or stir our soul,

Incomplete love is never meaningless,

It is a step in the journey of being.

Worldly time may not see their course,

But the heart remembers them forever.

Some love stay unfinished,

Not because they are weak,

But because their depth was too big for this life.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Heart, A Slave For Her Love

She came into my life,

Trespassing into my heart.

Not with force, but with a smile,

Soft, silent and unstoppable.

She enslaved my thoughts,

And imprisoned my soul.

Building walls of longing,

And she locked every door with her name.

She captured my eyes,

And now they see nothing but her.

Not the flowers, the stars, not the moon,

Only her shadow in every vision.

She rules my heart,

Like a queen with no crown.

Yet my heart kneels willingly,

Loyal, bound and helpless.

My mouth has become a slave,

A servant of her memory.

It whispers, it sings, it cries

Only her name, again and again.

She didn't ask to be worshipped,

But I gave her a temple inside me.

Where every beat of my heart,

Is a prayer for her presence.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Mother & Daughter In a Man's Life

You my dear, are my current life's prayer,

And in my past life, for me, a mother.

Born for me as a daughter,

I will love you in this, forever.

There is none who can compete,

A mother or daughter's love, in a man’s fate.

None can ever love a man, such as these two,

When the world stands against men, they will stick like a glue.

These are the only 2 types who will never betray,

Nor in a bad situation will they stray.

When the gods can't directly come into life,

They send these two to keep you away from strife.

A scared connection and an unbreakable force,

Sometimes, even nature hesitates to interfere

Such is the strength in their prayers,

The gods will protect and evils will not come near.

In their comfort you will find heavens,

Only if you show them love, care and respect.

Lucky are the ones who are blessed with both,

An energy that saves one from all wrath.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

When People Do Not Care

 

When we care without fear of what is to come,

And we give without counting, not to all but for some.

We show up, knowing nothing is guaranteed,

And we hold no expectation, no need to succeed.

When people leave, we let them go, no fear,

Not with anger, nor with tears.

With gratitude we release then from our fist,

For they were never ours, just part of the past.

They were here like a season, a part in our story,

Not forever, but still moments were glory.

Life turns the page as it will always,

We should honor the journey, not to sway.

We stop to be irreplaceable in their eyes,

Instead we cherish the present with no goodbyes.

The goal was never to be impossible to forget,

But to love and care fully without any regret.

When we are replaced, don't mourn the loss

It's proof that life moves on, at any cost.

And in that change, you will find your own release,

As the journey will continue to bring peace.

Be present, love and care deeply,

Let go when it is time, freely.

For relationships aren't bound by endings,

It is a flow and a rhythm of life's meaning.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Suffering of Her

She is missing from my sight,

My wandering gaze seeks her light.

The day feels darker without her face,

Where is she? my eyes search every trace.

Where did she go? Why did she leave?

Why her silence makes me grieve.

Questions run wild within my mind,

My eyes go teary, her, they are unable to find.

When our hearts have a plan,

Time may twist it and it will align.

We can fight with world to make love stay,

But not the stars if they pull away.

She came, she conquered, she disappeared,

Left me with all that I feared?

She stole my dreams and my peace,

And left me to suffer without her grace.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Home In Her Heart

Nights without you, doesn't feel right,

All I wish is to be by your side.

Resting in your comfort, keeping me warm,

My heart will be safe, only in your arms.

All I want is to reside in you,

Don't you get it, my heart feels blue?

Holding your hands everyday,

Always loving you in every way.

Never doubt my love, you are all I need,

All my heart is doing is to plead.

Give me you, and my soul will be free,

Only you, I want for this eternity.

My world, my love, forever it will be true,

I will be home, as long as it's with you.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Emotional Poverty

She broke my heart into pieces,

Yet I picked them up,

gathered them all.

Only to build a palace for her,

A home...

Where she would never dwell.

Little by little, all her memories

Turned into fire, burning through my thoughts.

And when my heart was already in flames,

She brought fuel,

Not to end the fire,

But to make it last forever.

My love for her; an eternal flame,

Burning beyond reason,

Not dousing, even If I beg.

Through the brightest days

And the darkest nights,

It burned on,

shunning all the world's light.

She loves me...

She loves me not.

Do I dare love her still;

Or not to love?

A war within

causing chaos,

And a question that never finds an answer.

A silence that screams,

A wound that never bleeds.

In the space between clarity and chaos,

Stripped of warmth,

Stripped of hope,

I am left with nothing…

But this

Emotional poverty.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Her Signs: I Wait For

I wait for her sign;

And when it comes, I won't waste time.

The doors of my heart; wide open for her,

Forever unlocked, if she chooses to enter.

I thought pretending to hate her,

Might make the feeling fade; but it only fed the fire.

A fire ignited by the memories of her,

Leaving me to burn to ashes.

She waits for someone,

Who will never come.

While she ignores the one.

Who waits a lifetime

Even the flames of my love,

Couldn't melt her heart.

And when I cry for her,

Even my tears taste of her.

She is the flower from heaven,

Bloomed in my heart's garden.

And even after all these years,

She stays fresh within.

Still...

I wait for her sign.

But maybe the sign I need,

Is that it will never come.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Recipe of Our Life, As Ordered

Our life is the recipe of the dish,

We ordered as a soul, from a menu of life as a wish.

Like a dish that is made with multiple ingredients,

So is life, with variant situations, be obedient.

Good, bad, happy, sad, calm, angry,

Humble, arrogant, peaceful, and all the worry.

At times, life will seem like its salty and spicy,

But to end the meal with satisfaction, add dessert.

Too much of everything is harmful for health,

Likewise too much of anything in life will also affect.

There is a table etiquette while you dine,

Likewise, know life’s etiquette so you don't whine.

When you dine, do not look what is served on the next table,

They are served with what they have ordered, so stay stable.

In life, do not look how others are living,

It's what they are entitled for, can be a curse or a blessing.

Initially we are served with starters, main course and dessert

Life is too good when we are infants and kids.

Starters is our childhood, our main course is adulthood,

Depending on how we eat, in our old age, dessert is served.

Savoring each bite with mindfulness is meal’s satisfaction,

And so is living life, with mindfulness and always with gratification.

You are seated on this table to finish what you ordered,

Once done be thankful to the servers and to the food.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Visible Pain of a Mother

For 8 to 10 months, she carries the weight,

She struggles to eat, to digest.

She can't sleep, can't get get up quickly,

Can't walk fast, can't sit comfortably.

When we are born,

The world's pain seems small in comparison.

Her bones crack, and flesh tears,

She bears unbearable pain to deliver us.

A girl becomes a woman;

When we grow in her womb.

A woman dies, and a mother is born,

The only woman who will love us unconditionally.

Even through physical and mental pain,

She looks at her baby, and with leftover strength, she smiles.

That is not just happiness,

That moment is heaven for her.

A woman can love only two men fully,

Her father and her son; everyone else comes next.

So, understand the visible pain of a true mother,

All this, not for any gain, but because of her true love.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Silent Struggles of A Father

Even when the world does him wrong,

He doesn't cry as he is meant to be strong.

Not for himself, but for his family,

He will bear all but will never complain.

He is always ready to carry the weight in silence,

Even when his back bleeds and he buries his dreams.

He will go miles, climb mountains, nothing he will expect,

Not for applause, not appreciation, not respect.

He will stand like a wall against the chaos,

To become a barrier between family and disaster.

The one who fights the world, so his children don't have to,

And will stand in the fire; so they don't feel the heat.

For his sacrifices, no one to acknowledge,

For all efforts to satisfy, it is never enough.

The men who try hardest are the ones bleed the most,

As many are rewarded but are penalised.

He won't say it, nor will show it,

As his love is measured in blood, not words.

Hi love is in the taking care, provide and pay bills,

Never will complain, as his family comes first.

Without fathers many families have crumbled,

Even when they wealth that cares of their needs

When we see children part of gangs, drugs and chaos,

Behind it all is one cause, a missing father, dead or alive.

The burden of fatherhood is invisible to many,

But know that this only bond holds civilization.

To all the fathers, who shows up even when disrespected,

A silent hero whose absence is felt louder.

As his part in life story is not just a role,

And without him, everything gets lost, even survival.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

She Is...

She is calm, like a calm blue sea,

But storms live in her, strong and free.

She is warm, like the morning sun,

And burns like fire when she's undone.

She is soft, like petals touched by dew,

But thorns, to protect her softness too.

She is hard, like shell shut tight,

Yet tender within, out of sight.

She is rain, soothing, gentle and slow;

She can be the heat, where wild winds blow.

She loves like a mother, deep and true,

But can be like a devil when she's through.

She is the silence that follows the cry,

And she can be a beautiful pain, I can't deny.

She is love, the kind that gives life breath,

And she can hate; to the edge of death.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

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A Journey: From the Womb to the Tomb

When we are formed and carried in a womb,

Held in the most precious hands; a mother's.

Nourished and love beyond measure,

Then guided by the strongest hands; a father's.

Loved and cared by all in the family,

We go to school and when hearts connect,

We start making friends, held in bond of trust,

With changing harmone’s, we begin to fall in love.

Soon we are carried by pain and grief,

Yet we start to hold onto hope and faith.

We take vows to hold the hand of a loved one,

And then, we hold the tiny hands of our children.

We are held with responsibilities;

And along the way, we gasp onto loans and debts.

Our hands are tied with bills, government and taxes,

As the years pass, we begin to hold a stick.

The true love of a mother,

The strength of a father's hand; they fade.

And then finally we are carried in a casket,

By a few hands.. to our final rest.

We fall and rise, we are carried and held,

Life is always dependent on the hands of others.

So, ensure you hold the right hands,

The ones who'll carry you, even to the end.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind