A Meeting Beyond The World

I know she was never mine to keep,

Yet the truth still cuts my heart too deep.

Some stories end before they start,

and ours became a broken part.

I loved her more than words could say,

but fate took her away.

Now I stand with memories of her,

Which is heavier than my soul can bear.

Still my heart loves her all the same,

quietly burning like a hidden flame.

I will hold her softly, forever in my sight,

even if it hurts me every night.

I gave her the blueprints to my heart,

she never knew it was written from my blood.

Was the woman I loved even real,

Or just a character she played so well.

My heart burns, unseen and unheard,

The fire feeds on what I could not hold.

I love her in the dark,

Where love survives in her spark.

Maybe one day, beyond, in a kinder place,

I will meet her again, face to face.

And maybe then her heart will know,

how deep, true and painful my love can go.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Treasures of Her Memories

I thought my heart belonged to her,

Than I realised my soul did too.

I never knew my heart had a remote,

And she was the one holding it.

I never believed in seperation,

Even though she is far away.

A body can dissolve, a name can fade,

But a souls bond cannot be apart.

She lit the fire of love,

In my heart and in my soul.

The fire burns true and enternal,

No wind, no storm can stop it.

I let her hurt at times,

So she would know she mattered.

Not everyone in my life,

Gets a chance to hurt and walk away.

When she walked through my heart,

She left her mark behind.

She might have moved on,

But left me treasures of precious memories.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

The Heaviest Goodbye In My Life

Am I lucky or just stupid

to have loved her so deeply

that staying away feels like I'm carrying

a weight inside my chest.

This pain doesn't lie,

It's proof.

It means it mattered

and how real it all was.

Her story was not meant

for perfect endings.

Some journeys walk together only for a while,

just long enough to teach us

who we are meant to become.

I will forever treasure

her memories we created,

the laughter, the warmth,

the care that once felt like a home.

Those moments shaped me quietly,

and I will carry them with respect.

She helped me understand myself better,

showed me strength I didn't know I had.

And that's the cruel part,

You don't get that version of yourself

without losing the person

Who helped you find it.

Letting her go

was brutal, it was painful.

Not because love ended,

but because growing sometimes means

choosing to walk away.

I released her with kindness,

without anger or regret.

I will still love her,

with my heart split open.

I wish her peace, success,

and all happiness this world can offer.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

நான் அவளை உடைந்த ஒவ்வொரு துண்டிலும் நேசிக்கிறேன்! | मैं उसके हर टूटे हुए टुकड़े से प्यार करता हूँ!

அவள் என் இதயத்தை சிறு துண்டுகளாக உடைத்தாள்.

ஒவ்வொரு நொறுங்கிய துண்டுகளாலும்

அவளை நேசிக்கக் கற்றுக்கொண்டேன்.

அவளை நேசிப்பது அழகானது, ஆபத்தானது,

என்னை பயமுறுத்தும், பார்க்கவும் வலிக்கும்

ஆனால் விலகிச் செல்ல முடியாத ஒரு அழகி அவள்.

என்னைப் பாதுகாக்க, ஒரு சுவரை கட்ட,

நான் மறைவதற்கு முன்பு விலகிச் செல்ல

என் மூளை என்னைக் கெஞ்சுகிறது.

என் இதயம் அதை கேட்க்க மறுக்கிறது.

ஒருபோதும் அது கேட்கவும் இல்லை.

ஏனெனில் அவள் பெயர் மட்டுமே அதற்குத் தெரியும்.

காதலை இப்படியும் உணரமுடியுமென்று எனக்குத் தெரியாது,

ஒரு ஆளமன காயம் குணமடைய மறுப்பது போல,

அவள் என் தோலின் கீழ் வாழ்கிறாள்

நான் எடுக்கும் ஒவ்வொரு மூச்சும் வலிக்கிறது.

இன்று வித்தியாசமாக இருக்கும் என்று நம்பி

நான் ஒவ்வொரு காலையிலும் எழுந்திருக்கிறேன்.

ஒவ்வொரு இரவும் என்னை மெதுவாகக்

கொல்லும் ஒருவளை நான் நேசிக்கிறேன்

என்பதை அறிந்து தூங்குகிறேன்.

இரத்தம் சிந்தாமல் அதை எப்படி தாங்குவது

என்று தெரியாத ஒரு நபருக்கு

இவ்வளவு அன்பைச் சுமப்பது ஒரு சுமை.

இதோ நான் இன்னும் இருக்கிறேன்.

வலி, ஏக்கம், அமைதியான அழிவைத் தரும் என்பதை

அறிந்தும் அவளை தேர்ந்தேடுகிறேன்

ஏனெனில் அது உடைந்து, இரத்தம் வடிந்தாலும்,

அவளை நேசிப்பது, பிரிவினைக்கு மதிப்புள்ளது

என்று என் இதயம் நம்புகிறது.

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उसने मेरे दिल के टुकड़े-टुकड़े कर दिए।

हर टूटे हुए टुकड़े के साथ,

मैंने उससे प्यार करना सीखा।

उससे प्यार करना खूबसूरत है, खतरनाक है,

मुझे डराता है, देखने में दर्द होता है,

लेकिन वह एक ऐसी खूबसूरती है जिसे जाने नहीं दिया जा सकता।

मेरा दिमाग मुझसे खुद को बचाने,

एक दीवार बनाने,

गायब होने से पहले चले जाने की गुज़ारिश करता है।

मेरा दिल सुनने से मना करता है।

यह कभी नहीं सुनता।

क्योंकि यह सिर्फ़ उसका नाम जानता है।

मुझे नहीं पता था कि प्यार इस तरह महसूस हो सकता है,

एक शारीरिक घाव की तरह जो भरने से मना करता है,

वह मेरी त्वचा के नीचे रहती है

मेरी हर सांस दर्द देती है।

मैं हर सुबह उठता हूँ,

इस उम्मीद में कि आज का दिन अलग होगा।

मैं हर रात यह जानकर सोता हूँ कि

मैं किसी ऐसे व्यक्ति से प्यार करता हूँ

जो धीरे-धीरे मुझे मार रहा है।

किसी ऐसे व्यक्ति के लिए इतना प्यार ढोना

जो बिना खून बहाए इसे सहना नहीं जानता,

एक बोझ है।

मैं अभी भी यहाँ हूँ।

मैंने उसे चुना, यह जानते हुए कि

इससे दर्द, हत और चुपचाप तबाही आएगी।

क्योंकि भले ही यह टूट जाए और खून बहे,

मेरा दिल मानता है कि

उससे प्यार करना जुदाई के लायक है।

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Imaginative Poem

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

When A Fool Is in Love

Cherries, Grapes, Lychees, Mangoes and pineapple,

the world's sweetest fruits.

Yet all I want

is to taste sweetness from your lips.

Botulinum toxin, Cyanide, Tetrodotoxin,

Polonium-210, Ricin are poisons that end a life.

Yet your hatred alone

would instantly end mine.

Earthquakes, Floods, Cyclon, Wildfires, Tsunamis,

disasters that erase cities.

Still, your anger

could ruin mine my world completely.

Heart attack, Stroke, Tuberculosis, Cancer, COVID,

illness that causes death.

Yet your sadness

affects me deeper reaching my bones.

Bharatanatyam, Disco, Ballet,

Hip-Hop, Salsa are famous dances,

Yet among them all,

I only want to move to your vibe, lost in your rythm.

Churches, Temples, Mosques, Gurudwaras,

Places made sacred by belief and faith,

Yet holier than all of them

Is this silent wish of mine.

To live in you like a prayer,

a whisper only to be heard by the soul.

To remain as thoughts in you,

Until the world perishes, quietly.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

It Is Sad We Meet People

It's sad we meet people,

They change our lives,

We love them with everything,

Yet in the end, none stays with us.

It's sad spending so much time,

Not knowing they'll leave one day.

Never understanding why we meet,

When we are bound to be separated anyway.

It's sad to love them first,

And later we must lose.

Meeting someone who means everything,

Only to let him or her go in the end.

It's sad to face the heartbreak,

I don't know if the pain of losing them

Will ever truly heal.

Even if it does, the scar remains.

It's sad to let go, and hard to accept,

That they were never meant to stay.

Maybe, just maybe, we met for a reason,

To learn a lesson they had to give.

Will it be good if we never met them,

Knowing we can't keep them in our lives?

Even when they change us forever,

Yes, it's sad we meet people.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

This is for all kinds of relationship in ones life, parents, family members, friends, lovers etc.

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

I Wish Not To Miss Her

When my body forgets its name,

And time softens me into soil,

When bones become fragile,

And flesh learns how to disappear,

The worms born of my decay

Will still know her essence.

Not her face, not her voice,

But the quiet weight she left within me.

They will move through what remains of me,

Feeding on a heart that never stopped loving her.

Even in ruin, I will be faithful,

Even in death, I will remember.

Some loves do not survive life,

They survive its ending.

Even the worms born of my decayed body,

Will still carry the memory of her essence.

I wish to go first to be buried,

To become compost within the soil.

There I will await for you to be laid to rest,

Patient as earth and faithful as time.

Even as scattered particles,

Even without a name or form,

I wish not to miss her,

Not even in death.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

உன் நினைவுகள்! | Your Memories!

உன் நினைவுகள்!

என் தலை முடி நரைத்து விடும்,

கண் பார்வை மங்கி விடும்,

என் தோல் சுருக்கமாய் மாறும்,

என் உடல் வலிமை குறையும்.

என் வார்த்தைகள் தடுமாறும்,

என் ஞாபகங்கள் மங்கும்,

என் கால்கள் தளரும்,

என் கைகள் மென்மையை இழக்கும்..

என் இதயம் மெதுவாக துடிக்கும்,

உடலில் ரத்தம் சலசலக்காது ஓடும்,

என் மூளையின் செயல்பாடு குறையும்.

என் சுவாசமும் சுருங்கும்.

ஆனால்…

என் வாழ்வில் எது குறைந்தாலும்,

உன்மேல் கொண்ட பாசம் மட்டும்

ஒருபோதும் குறையாது.

ஒருநாள் என் உடல்

இந்த உலகை விட்டு மறைந்தாலும்,

உன்னோடு இருந்த நினைவுகள்

என்னுள் என்றும் நிலைத்திருக்கும்.

Your Memories!

My hair will turn gray,

My eyesight will fade,

My skin will become wrinkled,

My body will lose strength.

My words will falter,

My memories will fade,

My legs will become weak,

My hands will lose their softness..

My heart will beat slowly,

The blood will not flow smoothly in my body,

My brain function will decrease.

My breathing will also become shallow.

But…

No matter what decreases in my life,

The affection I have for you

Will never decrease.

One fine day my body

Will disappear from this world,

But the memories I had with you

will remain in me forever.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Imaginative Poems

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

A Gift Called Absence

Sometimes I feel tempted to check on her,

But she heard when I was crying,

She saw me getting exhausted,

She watched me breaking piece by piece.

But nothing moved her heart,

Will my silence remind her ever.

How she looks and How I see her,

Are two different things, she will never know.

She was the one I chose,

Held on to her just enough,

So she doesn't walk away,

But I could never make her stay.

One day she will look up and realise,

She deserves love the way I did.

But it was her that walked away,

From a place she owned but never knew.

Knowing that she is happy in life is enough,

I wanted to gift her the peace,

That she did not have when I was around,

As loving her too much was painful for her.

My real care was stepping back,

Even when my heart still stayed.

She did not want a place in my future,

So, I gave my absence as a present.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

My Fears That Haunt / मेरे डर जो सताते हैं ।

I'm afraid to sleep,

As her dreams haunt me.

After I sleep, I'm afraid to wake up,

As her thoughts haunt me.

I'm afraid to remember her,

As my desire to be with her haunts me.

I'm afraid to cry for her,

As her happiness comes to mind.

I'm even afraid to die,

As I can't bear to be separated from her.

After I die, I am afraid of my soul,

As it might chase her

And will start to haunt her again and again.

मेरे डर जो सताते हैं ।

मुझे सोने से डर लगता है,

क्योंकि उसकी यादें मुझे सताती हैं।

सोने के बाद, मुझे जागने से डर लगता है,

क्योंकि उसकी यादें मुझे सताती हैं।

मुझे उसे याद करने से डर लगता है,

क्योंकि उसके साथ रहने की मेरी इच्छा मुझे सताती है।

मुझे उसके लिए रोने से डर लगता है,

क्योंकि उसकी खुशी मेरे दिमाग में आती है।

मुझे मरने से भी डर लगता है,

क्योंकि मैं उससे अलग होना बर्दाश्त नहीं कर सकता।

मरने के बाद, मुझे अपनी आत्मा के लिए डर लगता है,

क्योंकि वह उसका पीछा कर सकती है

और हमेशा के लिए उसका पीछा करना शुरू कर देगी।

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

All That She Wanted to Know

When she wanted to see the oceans,

I showed her my tears

When she wanted to see a volcano,

I showed her my heartbreak

When she wanted to see the rivers,

I showed her how blood runs for her in my veins.

When she wanted to see the stars,

I showed her my eyes, so she could see her image.

When she wanted to know heaven,

I showed her memories of her.

When she wanted to know hell,

I showed her my life without her.

When she wanted to know the vastness of the sky,

I showed her my love.

When she wanted to know the depth of the earth,

I showed her her place in my heart.

When she wanted to feel happiness,

I showed her my dreams, with her in them.

When she wanted to feel sadness,

I showed her my longing, in her absence.

When she wanted to feel peace,

I showed her how I find comfort in her.

When she wanted to feel warmth,

I gave her a tight hug.

When she wanted to know loyalty,

I showed her how I love her without her.

When she wanted to know love,

I said she would never know,

as she didn't accept mine to show.

When she wanted to know hate,

I showed her how she rejected me.

When she said she loved flowers,

I promised to show her my funeral.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

People Come and People Go!

 

Many were there, many have gone.

Many are here, they too will go soon.

Many more will come, many more will go.

We will be saddened, but there is no need to.

Count not how many have come and gone.

Count the good memories they leave behind.

Count moments they made your heart happy.

Life goes on, and never stops for anyone.

You are enough for a peaceful,

softer and a calmer life

Happiness and sadness is what people bring.

But as humans, peace becomes essential.

Many have and many will promise forever,

And each one will break it too.

Not because they are bad or evil.

But that is how human life is.

Many will come with masks and sweet lies

Not always with cruel intention.

This is how people are shaped to exist.

You have to walk your path to reach the destination.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

My Enchantress

A beautiful, captivating, mysterious woman,

With her powers, she enchants me like none.

I live within her spell, so fascinated,

She has become my trance, deeply anticipated.

She doesn't need a wand,

Nor herbs or crystals in her hand.

The shine in her eyes, the curve of her smile,

Work their magic, even across many miles.

The scent of her is mesmerizing,

And her touch is breathtaking.

Her voice, like an angel's whisper,

Could make even broken souls prosper.

The best of the best will fail to forgo,

For magic flows from her head to toe.

She seems the queen of a mystical world,

Where even hearts of stone are easily sold.

I do not know, if its a blessing or curse,

To live in her spell, for better or worse.

For I am lost, not lost by choice,

Her silence draws me, held by her voice.

Even if freedom calls, I may not leave,

As in her magic is where my soul longs to be.

With her powers, she enchants me like none,

A beautiful, captivating, mysterious woman.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

When She Was Around

When she was around,

I never found words to say,

how much i missed her

As words fell short in every language.

When she was around,

I never said hello or goodbye.

I Never asked how her day had been,

afraid she wouldn't respond

When she was around,

I never asked her out.

For lunch or coffee,

worried she would refuse.

When she was around,

I never told her how pretty she looked.

In every dress she wore,

scared she might get angry.

When she was around,

There was plenty of time.

She was in my sight all day,

Yet I held back, hoping she would stay.

Now that she is not around,

I wish I had done all I could think of.

I spoke in silence, hoping she would hear,

but she never did.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

True Relationship

They never told us this,

That love also comes with small wounds.

We grew up believing

if it hurts, it cannot be love.

A made up sweet story,

told to help us sleep tight.

While truth walks barefoot,

seen and heard by us every day.

When two different people live close,

They often step on each other's toes.

not out of cruelty,

but simply for being human.

Sometimes we choose overselves first,

In the process, we forget to love them.

Not because we wish to hurt,

but because even good hearts get tired.

When a partner speaks without thinking,

We look at them and wonder, is this really them?

This is not failure of love,

This is the beginning of a true relationship.

Love is not the absence of pain,

It is the strength to stay in it.

When the pain passes, we end with a sorry,

meaning we chose to stay beside each other.

There are no perfect partners, it is a myth,

But there are people worth keeping,

those who stay during storms,

who sits beside you to rebuild what was lost.

In the end, love asks only one thing during conflicts,

When two people hurt each other,

Will they choose forgiveness over separation,

and after the mess, choosing to stay, again and again.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

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

Tell Her Not To Go To...

Tell her not to go to a flower show,

The flowers may wither beside her presence.

Tell her not to go to a beauty contest,

For the judges would announce her as a winner.

Tell her not to look at the stars,

The shine in her eyes may outshine them.

Tell her not to look at the moon,

Its glow may seem dull near her face.

Tell her not to visit an art exhibition,

The paintings may feel alive seeing her.

Tell her not to attend ice shows,

The ice may melt in her gentle grace.

Tell her not to go to concerts,

Singers may go silent after hearing her voice.

Tell her not to go to light shows,

She may shine brighter than the lights.

Tell her not to go to festivals,

People may forget why they came.

Tell her not to go to celebrations,

People may think she is the reason.

Tell her not to stand near sculptures,

They may feel small next to her beauty.

Tell her not to go to temples and churches,

People will think of her as an angel.

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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Sanji Paul's World of Poems, Volume 3:

The Whispers of the Scars On the Broken Hearts

Published on 26-Dec-2025

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