You hurt me with hands that once healed,
and still, I kiss the wounds you leave behind.

You are my poison and my prayer.
A god I can’t stop kneeling for,
even as the altar crumbles under me.

We are saints of suffering,
bound not by grace,
but by the echo of every scream we swallowed,
just to stay.


The silence.
The sweetness that comes too late
and still tastes like heaven.
I know the cage,
and I decorate it in your name.
Call it temple.
Call it home.

You say you love me
in the same breath that cuts me.
And I believe you.
Not because it’s true,
but because it has to be.
Because if it isn’t,
then what am I left with
but ruin?

I don't want us to meet again, forever,
Even if we've become our best,
Even if we've changed for the better,
No, not in another life's test.

Our paths crossed once, left a scar,
Damage and pain that runs deep,
Difficult to heal, hard to bear,
I'm lost in its darkness, unable to sleep.

You were a storm that swept through my soul,
Leaving wreckage, now in vain,
To find a solid ground, I still struggle
As memories of you continue to pain.

So, let our paths separate forever, I say,
Let time and distance mend what's torn,
I'll learn to heal, to find my way,
In a world where your shadow is gone.

For I deserve peace and serenity,
Not the echoes of past regret,
I'll seek healing softly with dignity,
And the burden of you, I'll never regret.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

You can find your presence, in the cracks,
Every time my heart affects with quakes.
Even if shattered, still can find your tracks,
As my whole heart is yours, even if it breaks.

My love was for you was an ocean,
Splashing towards shore as everlasting waves.
Needed your love true, yet had to ban,
When I see my heart, for you, it grieves.

You left me, to feel ashamed,
I wore your love as an attire,
You stripped them off, I was ******,
exposing my heart to elements of fire.

Was I the broken one?
that you taught me to beg.
Yet I learnt to stand a true man,
Realizing my grave has been dug.

I was drenched in waves of love,
Would’ve stayed even if you were a tsunami.
The true love I offered, you didn't approve,
Filling yourself on my innocence and devoured me.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind