Wednesday, April 15, 2026

All That I Write


I had forgotten,
that I was a poet,
until she walked into my heart,
and gave my words a new life.

They were born in my mind,
but learned to live in my heart,
dancing into quiet lines,
all of them about her.

Each one trying to capture,
everything she is,
from head to toe,
the seen and the unseen beauty.

My words gathered themselves,
and took the form of poetry,
as is they found a purpose,
to shine only for her.

It feels like I was born,
to love her,
to get hurt by her,
and to write what she'll never read

She once said she loved books,
but she never read me,
I was always an open page,
waiting for her eyes.

And when I finally understood,
I became a writer,
writing entire worlds for her,
that she will never turn to.

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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