In broken pieces my soul stays lost,
Sounds of pain, no matter the cost.
A heart once full is now torn to bare,
Silent cries fill the empty air.

Dreams are broken and lost in the night,
Haunted by darkness which is not in sight.
A soul wronged and looking to heal,
But the wounds seem too hard to feel.

Whispers of hope is my song so far,
Trying to mend the scars we are.
Through the cracks, light starts to show,
A broken heart finds strength to grow.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

The curves, the shape, round,
Every time I touch it, it blows my mind.
Both, fills my hand,
I hold and I squeeze, and I bend.

The long one I hold,
Up and down, I take, as told.
My nerves, now harder,
For other acts, I spread it broader.

My blood flow increases
My mind, endorphin releases.
It feels so hard,
go easy, I am just a new lad.

After all this, I feel exhausted,
My mind and heart, so relaxed.
My day doesn't end well,
As it has become a daily drill.

All that pressure,
is indeed a pleasure.
2 hours of pumping, held in my arms,
good for my biceps, triceps and forearms.

All this with my pair of dumbbells,
A few plates and with barbells.
Ending the act with sit ups,
and a few push ups.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Even the gods will punish for wrong,
A mother will never, her love so strong.
The whole world may go against you,
Yet she remains to be with, it's true.

Protecting the precious, her child,
She will face demons, can go wild,
Yet her love for you will be as sea, calm,
Her only priority, shielding you from harm.

For in her arms, you’ll find peace,
A haven where all troubles cease.
As time marches, even gods may turn,
But a mother's love, an eternal one.

She is your greatest teacher,
Don’t you dare to teach her.
You are her life’s priority,
Forever, she is your dignity.

She suffers pain of earthly strife,
To grant you the gift of precious life.
In her arms, you find your worth,
For she's the very essence of birth.

Many have broken her heart,
From which she has poured a part.
A piece of her flesh, is the whole you,
None understands but very few.

So cherish her love, pure and true,
For there's nothing a mother wouldn't do.
In her love, you'll always find a friend,
A bond unbroken, until the very end.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

My heart is filled with Music,
My mind is filled with Lyric,
As being with you girl, is Magic...

Many at times I am Skeptic,
My thoughts have become Heretic,
I know, it doesn't sound ethic...

I try not to sound too Romantic,
What can I do, your vibes are so Magnetic,
Feels like my nerves are on electric...

Your charm is Charismatic,
You might feel I am very Dramatic,
Cause no one I ever met was so Sympathetic...

When I see your face, I feel Enthusiastic,
Being around you makes me Energetic,
My thoughts are very Ironic...

Your eyes are so Hypnotic,
My imagination goes Chaotic,
This one's for you girl, as an Epic...

I may sound like a Fanatic,
As my behavior doesn't make any Logic,
So, I know it will end in Tragic...

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

In the depth of my heart, a ghost unknown,
It often leaps with power, all alone.
It is controlling for quite some time,
I found out, when it tried to climb.

It craves to reach your beating heart,
To devour all the love by tearing it apart.
Wants to find all ways to your soul,
Exploring every part of your body, its goal.

My longing is hungry to feast upon,
Each piece of you, one by one.
Your love has turned me into a beast,
To reach you, my dear is my soul’s quest.

A primal urge, a burning need,
Your beauty is a tempting seed.
Love me once truly to tame wild desire,
As your love has set my heart on fire.


By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

There lies a tale of love profound,
Every parents' sacrifices, often unsound.
Hard to understand the ways,
As children are in their younger days.

For in parent’s shout, a lesson lies,
In every beating, a love truly tries,
To guide the steps, to light life’s way,
In the hopes of children, parents find their sway.

Through the trials of suffering, stories shared,
Lies wisdom gained, for you to be prepared.,
In every embrace, in every tear,
A parent's love lies, it truer.

Yet in this dance of life's cruel jest,
Children falter, put to the test,
Expecting only to be understood,
While parents give all, as best they could.

The love bestowed, a true treasure,
A legacy of utmost care,
Not for reward or riches sought,
But for a future, dearly bought.

To grant the gifts they never knew,
A love so pure, every day it's new,
But in return, just to understand,
Seems oft too much, in life's grandstand.

But still, they hope, in silent plea,
That children learn, and someday see,
The depth of love, the sacrifices made,
In every step, in every shade.

For in the end, when they depart,
It's not for praise or pride of heart,
But for the hope, that they will find,
A gift of joy, true and kind.

So let us cherish, the love they give,
And in their footsteps, learn to live,
For in their love, our futures lie,
A gift of love, reaching high.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

I wake up every morning only to suffer,
The pain you caused will be forever.
With pain and suffering, I sleep,
Only to wake up, again to weep.

Fighting with my own emotion,
To ensure in my heart, there is no commotion.
The cut is so **** deep,
From your memories that I can’t sweep...

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind