Lord Rama is the light within me,
A radiance in every particle, let him be.
A role model for his virtues,
justice, courage, and humility are his views.

He who taught people how to live,
Without sacrificing others' happiness to survive.
Seventh incarnation of Lord Vishnu,
The preserver of the universe, true.

He who took birth to free the world,
From cruelty and sins which was ruled,
The one who vanquished Ravana, the evil King,
To restore peace on earth was his thing.

A symbol of justice & perseverance,
His life is the epitome of values,
His principles revered by millions,
The embodiment of righteousness.

Son of sun from a boon,
Pleasing, delightful and a charm person,
Among all men the world has ever seen,
He stands unique and a supreme one.

His name will purify any soul,
Calling out to him is so powerful.
To write about him, my life is not enough,
That is how my Lord Rama's life is, tough.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Tough times are just a phase,
They don't last forever, so ease.
Remember, this too shall pass,
Life is a cycle of highs and lows.

When you are in the middle of the storm,
Your potential is greater, stay calm.
during tough times, Self-care is essential,
Connect with your motivation for survival.

You are stronger than you think,
All bad days will disappear in a blink.
Progress isn't always a leap forward,
But again clear skies are ahead.

Each step brings you close,
To your goal, so celebrate progress.
Failure is a Stepping Stone,
Without, none has built any fortune.

Everyone falls, It's important to rise
learning opportunities and setback it brings.
Success story involves overcoming hurdles,
So proves, many people's testaments.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Day of Ganesh Maharaj's arrival,
In each of his believers heart & soul.
The remover of all obstacle,
Lets all celebrate and cherish the festival.

God of Success and new beginnings,
The protector of his beloved ones.
Mastering Wisdom and intelligence,
He is the guardian of the multitudes.

His presence in ones heart and home,
Brings divine blessing in various form.
The seer among all the seers,
His grace is beyond any measures.

Offer coconut, jaggery, modaks,
Durva grass and red hibiscus flowers.
Decorate him with your whole heart,
Hymns, stotra's and mantras as a part.

Carrying him, during procession,
In a river, sea or lake for immersion.
The god who comes to this earthly place,
Returns to his celestial abode, with grace.

Vakratunda Mahakaya
suryakoti Samaprabha
Nirvighnam Kuru Mey Deva
Sarva Karyeshu Sarvada!


Om gan ganpataye namah!

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

In the field of leadership, a person stands strong,
Helping you move forward, no matter how long.
To become better, to grow, and to shine bright,
He might challenge you, for growth is his fight.

The road has struggles and darkness may arise,
But in tough times, he’ll guide you, for you to rise.
Challenges can be hard, and they may seem tough,
But in these tests, your strength will be enough.

He might push you deep, to face your fears,
You will know when you rise through the years.
Through the struggles and the fight,
You’ll learn to grow and reach for heights.

Honesty and grace in his heart, stays pure,
He will help you grow, that’s for sure.
He will listen with care and makes decisions,
With every choice there will be fairness.

Patience is his strength, and hope his guide,
Honesty shines through, where truth can’t hide.
Building trust with every action and word,
He encourages a spirit where the team is heard.

In the field of leadership, you’ll clearly see,
Greatness is achieved, with guidance which is free.
Through every test and every tough quest,
A leader’s true power brings out your best.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

My Mother, India, in which rivers sing
Flags wave with colors side by side like spring.
Each colour has its own valour,
Shares stories of great fighters & rulers.

Bright Saffron, symbol of courage bold and true,
A tribute to those who gave their all, for me and you.
Divine White, the peace that we hold in our heart,
A symbol of truth, a place where dreams start.

Green like the fields where hope and faith grow,
A touch of elegance in every breeze that blows.
In the center stands a wheel, with grand reflection,
Ashoka Chakra, with its endless connections.

A symbol of law that spins forever free,
Guiding us towards justice and harmony.
India’s flag, a beacon, high above our land,
Unites us all Indian’s, hand in hand.

With each color’s story, and each wheel’s spin,
It shares stories of freedom we’ll cherish within.
Patriotism isn’t a badge to wear when we want to,
But an honour that we should feel proud of and be true.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Know your place in people’s lives,
Have people who also strives.
It helps oneself to behave and act,
It is not pride, its self-respect.

Do not fight for things two,
Friends and love, it is true.
They are like comic’s nature,
They come and never departure.

Remain with people who makes you happy,
Resist the ones who are too shabby.
Keep people who adds to your life,
Avoid those who help you land in grief.

We need people to inspire us,
Not the ones who make a fuss.
The ones who can put together,
All broken parts of us, not to wither.

Friends who will not be in our lives,
Yet we are inspired by their words.
Friends whose presence on earth,
Makes our life meaningful and worth.

Ones who create a good spark,
Will always leave us with a good mark.
Everyone we meet in life has a cause,
Some end up as friends, love, or a spouse.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

All of us have memories, both bright and dim,
That shapes our personality, both on a whim.
Our past and present experiences stored,
Guiding our lives and helping us move forward.

Looking back on our childhood days,
Memories return which are filled with joys,
What we expected the world to be,
A fairy tale in which it was free.

Each day we played different games,
Football, cricket etc. but winning wasn’t our aim.
Whosoever wins, the game went on well,
And that is the earth that I want to dwell.

Mother preparing delightful snacks,
Waiting for our return from school with backpacks.
A place that we went to learn, to laugh and play,
With a few squabbles, but all bright days.

Yearn for school bell to ring, a rush to be free,
Smiles and joy as far as we could see.
We never knew religion nor racism,
All were one with a similar notion and with uniform.

As we grew up, we come to find,
Our childhood’s magic, lovingly entwined.
Parents’ sacrifices, their love so grand,
Made our happiness a guiding hand.

A joyful childhood builds a happy soul,
While a troubled past can take its toll.
A loving family, siblings close by,
Made our after-school moments soar high.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind