The Pain That Strengthens Every Women

Pain comes visiting every month,

A quiet storm only she can feel.

Being born as a girl is a blessing,

Yet nature's way is cruel and real.

No human chooses this for her,

It is written by cosmic nature.

Women arrive on earth through pain,

But they go through life with care and love.

From monthly cycles to giving birth,

From raising children to endless giving.

They hold an energy deep inside

That no man cannot compare.

Even when gods come down to earth,

They choose a woman for their birth.

A mother's touch, a partner's hope,

A woman shapes every heart in her life.

She carries more than we can witness,

Like the earth holding every corner.

Like oceans bearing all the rivers,

That keeps flowing forever more.

Women are nature's living strength,

Beginning and end in one's life.

We meet them in many sacred forms,

Mother, sister, daughter, friend, flame.

Her pain is real, her power is vast,

Her presence keeps the world alive.

And though the storm may come each month,

Through it all, they rise and rise anew.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

My Demon She Is

Now she is grounded in her spiritual grace,

She started empowering self-love.

And through love, she spreads her own light,

That keeps all her days and nights bright.

My true feelings for her created memories,

I never knew they would deceive me.

It showed me only the roses, beautiful,

But not the thorns that cut my heart.

My mind swings between her attraction,

And also the dislikeness.

What once brought me joy,

And also the fear of the pain it caused.

God created her with an imperfect line,

Which ended up to be perfect curves.

Making her imperfectly a perfect one,

To match her vibes, there is none.

Don’t know what she sowed in my heart,

My attachments died, but love keeps growing.

A demon she is, and my heart can't let go,

Whether angel or demon, It's me who bears the pain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

நான் காணும் அனைத்திலும்

நான் காணும் இயற்கையில்,

செடி மரத்தில், அதில் உள்ள கிளைகளில்,

அதில் தொங்கும் இலைகளில்,

அதன் அருகில் உள்ள பூக்களில்

எனக்கு நீ மற்றும்தான் தெரிகின்றாய்.

நான் காணும் விண்ணில்,

அதில் தெரிகின்ற சூரியனில்,

மறைந்த பின் நிலவில்,

தூரத்தில் இருக்கும் நட்சத்திரங்களில், கார்மேகங்கில்

நான் உன்னை மாட்ரும்தான் காண்கிறேன்.

நான் வாழும் இம்மாநில,

அதில் உள்ள காற்றில்,

அதில் பறக்கும் பறவைகளில், ஓடும் நதிகளில்,

மலை துளிகளில், வெப்பத்திலும்

நான் உன்னை மாட்ரும்தான் உணருகிறேன்.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

நீ என்ற விதை

என்னுள் நீ என்ற விதை விழுந்தது,

என் ஆன்மாவை இணைத்து வேர் பிடித்தது,

அது என் கண்ணீரினால் வளர்ந்தது,

இன்று மிகப்பெரிய மரமாய் நிற்கிறது.

ஆசை என்னும் பழம் காய்த்தது,

காதல் என்னும் பூக்களும் மலர்ந்தது,

அதை வளர்க்க மனமில்லாமல் தவிக்கிறேன்,

அதை வெட்டி எரிக்க இஷ்டமில்லாமல் துடிக்கிறேன்.

சூரியன் உதிக்கின்ற வேளையில்,

என் கண்களில் ஏதோ ஒரு பயம்,

விழித்த பின் நீ மறைந்து விடுவாய் என,

பிறகு அறிந்தேன், நீ என்னுள் என்றும் வாழ்கிறாய் என.

நான் உன்னை விட்டு வரும் வேளையில்,

என்னையும் உன்னருகில் விட்டு வந்தேன்,

உன்னை மறக்க நினைத்து, நினைத்து,

நான் என்னையும் மறந்துவிட்டேன்.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Road Less Taken

Some people walk on the wrong way,

And forget where truth and goodness stay.

Their hearts grow greedy, their minds unkind,

They lose their path and walk half blind.

They chase what shines, the praise, the fame,

But never see their growing shame.

Kindness won't grow where lies are sown,

And in seeds of hate, love will never be grown.

They twist the truth for selfish gain,

And bring to others grief and pain.

They stand in pride, soon will fall,

Their hearts find no peace at all.

But people who love with honest hearts,

Find peace and joy that never parts.

Their path is bright and spirit clear,

They walk with love, with a heart that is sincere.

So choose the way that brings you peace,

Where truth and kindness never cease.

For in the dark, confusion grows,

But in the light, a good heart knows.

A Path of

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

When Nature Loves Her

When the moon is unable to see her completely,

Once in a while it pops out as a full moon.

After which it will feel shy and reduce its visibility,

So her glow can shine better.

When the oceans do not touch her often,

In anger, they emerge as a tsunami.

After which they become calm,

So she can live peacefully.

When the winds fail to smell her aroma,

In a hurry they form as a tornado.

After which they go mild,

So she can breathe properly.

When the sun and moon decide who'll embrace her,

They fight so much that they cause an eclipse.

After both have comforted her, they part

So she can enjoy her day and night.

When the clouds are unable to feel her warmth,

They collide with each other to pour as rain.

After quenching their thirst for her, they evaporate,

So she can see nature afresh.

When the fire wants to give her the warmth,

They fight through the earth, to erupt as a volcano.

Afterward, they turn ashes but remain strong,

So she won’t get harmed in their fire.

Luckily, the planets are far off from Earth,

And it is a small place to occupy the whole universe.

She sure causes havoc in nature,

Such is her grace, pure and true.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

People and Weather

People and weather are much the same,

We never know why, when and how they change.

At times, they shine with warmth like sunshine,

then suddenly fall silent, like a dull, grey day.

Sometimes they turn cold, hard to bear,

And then, just as quickly, they're calm again.

What they don' t realise is; some people,

Can enjoy every kind of weather.

They will be ready whatever comes their way,

As they can carry an umbrella during rain.

Pull on a sweater when it's cold,

And wear light clothes in the summer sun.

So, let people be who they are;

Don't expect them to match your moods or feelings.

Accept them for who they are,

Not for what they are to you.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Cost of a Mother’s True Love

She will wait for your first word,

Even when it is to hurt her.

She will wait for you to take your first step,

Even if it is meant to push her.

She will clean you,

Even when you cannot tolerate your own stink.

She will love you more than herself,

Even when you don't care for her.

She will wait for you to eat with hunger,

Even when you have fed yourself.

She will be awake with sleepy eyes,

Even when you rest, free of worry.

She will pray for your well-being, even in sickness,

Even when you won't care for hers.

She will work hard for you,

Even when you will not work for yourself.

She will die for you to live,

Even when you don't value her when alive.

This is how a mother shows her true love,

Even if you don't deserve it.

Don't love your mothers when she is no more,

You have the world's time, spend it with her,

The only person who truly loves you.

The regret of not spending time with your parents,

It is the most painful regret of all,

This regret will haunt one’s peace.

A Regret of

Sanji-Paul Arvind

The Distance Between Us

When I was close with her,

I felt the distance between us.

The quiet space she maintained

Even when she was inches away.

I did not love her as she was,

But with my own thoughts of her.

The memories I built alone,

Became my love and care, she had no part in it.

The her I know is in the past,

She has no place in my present or future.

It was never truly her, only the moments,

That brings me both comfort and chaos.

I once thought she hurt me;

but in truth, she awakened me.

I thought she broke me,

But she only opened what was within.

She awakened the parts that were dead,

Made me who I am now, clear and focussed.

She will never witness the new me,

Yet my gratitude will forever remain.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

A Dream With My Mother

Last night, she came again,

Not as a memory, but as presence.

Her hands, soft and warm,

I'd forgotten how her touch felt,

Held a bowl before me

And fed me something

that tasted like love.

I tried to ask, how and why,

her absence,

But the question drowned

In the calm of her eyes,

That said: nothing really dies,

only changes its address.

Then I woke and realised it was a dream,

Like a child, I was still hungry,

For the hands that fed

but will never return.

Still, I feel her in the air,

In the space between my breaths

where my love waits,

never gone,

never fully present.

Her hands that fed me once,

now feeds my strength from within.

-- A Dream Of

Sanji-Paul Arvind