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

In the court of love, I stand as a convict, yet to prove,
Is falling in love illegal? My heart’s plea, I move.
Let it be known, if it’s a crime,
In the court of hearts, I am guilty this time.

The prosecution of my heart, charged with loving you,
Your love is the verdict overdue.
In this trial, I confess my guilt, without hesitation,
Loving you is my honest declaration.

With every beat of my heart, I await the verdict,
In the jury of souls, mine will be a convict.
Arrest me with your tender eyes,
Imprison me in your warm embrace.

My heartbeat and your thoughts are the evidence,
Your smile, the key witness.
Judge of emotions, presiding over my heart’s prayer,
Jury of souls, deciding my love’s order.

Prosecution of doubt, challenging my vow,
Parole of trust, seeking freedom now.
Acquittal of fears, in the light of love’s grace,
No longer a victim, but a winner of embrace.

In this courtroom of pain, let love be acquitted,
For in your arms, the truth is committed.
My heart now a victim of affection,
Yet also the saviour of our eternal connection.

Your counsel, whispers of devotion,
Guiding me through trials, with steadfast emotion.
Criminal heart, snatched by desire’s hold,
Imprisoned by passion, the final judgement unfolds.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

A seed called you
that I sowed in me,
Now the tallest tree,
outgrew to be.
The tree stands useless,
As it grew to be fruitless.
Yet the roots have
spread and connected,
To every part of my veins.
No rains nor thunders,
No quakes nor volcano's,
And all likes of disasters,
none can make it fall,
a wonder, forever stands tall…

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

In a world where masks are often worn,
And two faces hide the truth, until torn.
Respect often goes to the shining gold,
Not to the souls whose stories are not told.

The ones we love with hearts so close,
Are often the ones who cause the deepest blows.
When happiness fills the air with delight,
Sadness reveals, reminding us about our plight.

Life’s lessons come in two ways,
Patience in times when nothing stays,
And attitude when everything falls on our laps
Defines us in both abundance and in disaster clasp.

Comparison steals the joy from our face,
Focusing on our journey, we win the race.
Failure slaps us in public, a shame,
Success hugs us in private, nature’s game.

Time may not heal every wound we hold,
But teaches us to live with pain, both young and old,
Trust is valuable, woven with delicate thread,
Once broken, “sorry” doesn't give life to the dead.

In life’s journey, both bitter and sweet,
We embrace our path and let illusions retreat.
Truth is a mirror in a mask so sly,
Revealing wisdom as we look inside


By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

True love means letting go,
A gentle dance, moving slow.
I let you fly and be free,
In letting go, My love stays with me.

Relationships grow when both are free,
Two hearts together, in harmony.
Forcing or pushing never works,
Love that’s true, no one can break.

True love accepts change that comes,
Welcoming the shifts life gives.
It takes courage to step aside,
To let you grow and not just pride.

Forgiveness mends wounds of the past,
Healing hearts so love can last.
Releasing pain and old regrets,
True love stays, never forgets.

Even if I fade away,
My heart remembers, come what may.
Beyond the body, beyond the space,
My love remains as a warm embrace.

Letting go, I hold you close,
In my soul, love still shows.
Not tied by chains or worldly things,
A bond that’s pure, with no strings.

I wish you joy, I wish you peace,
In letting go, my love won’t cease.
My feelings are mine to take care of,
A love that’s true, that’s pure, and above.

My love gave hope for a reason to stay,
In letting go, I set you free today.
Not to shake the boat we sailed,
But to see our hearts prevail.

So here I stand with open arms,
In letting go, I mean no harm.
True love isn’t a chain to bind,
But a freedom for both to find.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Overthinking is your worst enemy
It does not take away our agony.
With self, do not start at war,
Life is too short, close that door.

It’s all in our head, flowing all at once,
Petty things will steal our happiness.
Time doesn't heal emotional pain,
Let go of unwanted thoughts, just vain.

If it's meant to be, it will, if it isn't,
Stressing won't make it different.
Anxiety is a thin stream of fear,
Don't let your mind bully you, dear.

Do not dwell in the past, focus on being happy,
Not to worry about the future, live life fully.
Life becomes the story you tell yourself,
Write as many, stock it in a bookshelf.

Others say what they are projecting,
Not to be a victim of needless suffering.
Do not let it to steal your peace,
Everyone is blessed; live with grace.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind