Pavana Quotes

Some days it storms, some days it shines. This is how flowers grow.

I believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons. We grow forests in our bones so our memories can’t find us. I believe we hide and haunt ourselves

I have rain in my heart dirt in my bones and flowers in my soul.

You deserve a love so big, it dims the sky and sets fire to the stars. A love so expansive, it weaves constellations so you never forget who you are.

I am a star of woman I am an explosion

Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me. Unless you plan on leaving a story behind

A soft woman is simply a wolf caught in meditation.

I have an entire forest living inside of me and you have carved your initials into every tree.

You are guarded and full of light at the same time, like the moon before she undresses.

My blood is a rushing river. This heart is a burning bridge.

Life is as short as the flutter of a wing. I am filled with bluebirds.

Love is a lost gift. Why wish for its return. Why beg for its flame when you've already been burned? Is it not enough to live from day to day remembering its tune like a beautiful melody you heard years ago- is it not enough to see a bruise and remember how it blossomed? Love is a song we hear only a few moments in our lifetime but it's that memory that is the gift, the way we remember it lasts forever. Stop ruining love by wanting what no longer exists. Your soul is beaming with flowers, it's time to stop watering your scars.

The next poem will be pulled from the moonlight. It will be a falling star It will be a burning branch. The next poem will climb down from the mango tree while I'm dreaming and sneak away before I wake. The next poem I will plant beneath my own skin. I will walk in the rain and allow her to bloom. The next poem I won't even write. It will descend with the sun, it will be a walk home next to my shadow.

seek forgiveness in yourself before searching for it in others,​ people will pick and choose the parts of you they love ​ before discarding the rest. but darling,​ you are not a backyard full of weeds ​ needing to be pulled,​ you are a garden of roses aching with thorns. you deserve to be loved​ only by someone​ who knows how to hold all of you.

buddhih∂na tanu jånike, sumirau pavana-kumåra, ° bala budhi bidyå dehu mohiÚ, harahu kalesa bikåra. Considering myself devoid of intellectual merits, I invoke ›r∂ Hanumån, the son of windgod. O! Bestow on me the strength, intellect and

surround yourself only with those who want to see you grow