…. And His Quest To Be A Better Man.

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There was once a little boy
Who thought nobody would love him.
For every time he asked for it
The world just made him cry.

Laughing was his favorite thing
His laughter made the others smile.
And he knew while they were smiling
They would love him, even if just for a little while.

He loved to tell stories
Of mountains. And sea-monsters.
Of Killing lions with his two bare hands.
But they told him the boy in the stories was a much better man.

So, he made up a whole…


Lets Go Somewhere!

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Lets go somewhere, just you and me
Burning Bridges, breaking ties.
The world sees us as vagabonds anyway
So lets feed the frenzy, lets just BE!

We’ll travel cross-country in a blue convertible
Survive on soda-pops, and fries, and the odd mid-day Martini.
We’ll back-pack through the mountains, get to the meadow
and stare out at the sea.

Let’s pretend to be pirates
And laugh out loud
in the corner booth of your favorite Starbucks,
Then stiffle the giggles and drink camomile tea.

Let’s go somewhere just you and me
You stick a daisy behind my hair, and…


You will survive.

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Slowly…
Ever so slowly
Taking your own sweet time, my love
Let that long held sigh out.

When the winds howl
let that be your song
Run with the wolves
But don’t let them bleed your heart out.

Let your pounding heart now be heaven’s pain
Let the rain wash over all your doubts.
When the devil dances to your silent screams
Just open your eyes and see your dreams play out.

Lovely lady, put your smile back on.
Look! There’s all this love abound.
Oh dear girl, put a spring in your step
and turn around.


About time, perspective and healing from the past.

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You were so afraid of losing
Losing love, losing friends, losing chances
Afraid of losing every little thing really
That you kept filling your void senselessly.

You filled your void with so much noise
Any noise… jokes, laughter, giggles, banter
Screams, battle-cries and maudlin every-afters
Just so you could avoid hearing your own voice.

The poeple who were supposed to love you
Made you too afraid to look into a mirror.
You were taught instead to be a forced ideal
Of beauty, money, body, talk
philosophy, acceptance, love, respect, loss.

They did…


To The One Who Was Told To Always Toe The Line

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Oh what a terrible bore the Flying Monkeys are!
They swing from tree to tree
And sing their Demon song.

The same old verse — “The King comes First!”
And you, my dear, must sing along.

There will be a light at the end of the tunnel, they said,
And when you see it, (and see it you will)
You must turn right back on your heels, wade through the muck
And find your way back into this rabbit-hole again.

(They say…)

You may blink once for a ‘Yes’…


… In A World That Doesn’t Have The Time For it?

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Life, and within that context, relationships, are too long to expect yourself to ride nothing but the highs. You can’t choose the ebbs and the lows. They happen. Change happens. And we do a great kindness to ourselves and to others when we decide to call this change ‘evolution’.

And evolution is far from a straight line
Highs and lows
Victories and Failure
Ease and the Uncomfortable
Palatable and the Unlikeable
Seasons of brilliance and seasons of barely there, hanging by the skin of your teeth.

So the question…


How to keep calm and carry on being a clinger just because it is comforting.

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As a human with teetering self-worth, you know that the real purpose, real happiness, the whole point of this life is to find true love. To believe in true love is to believe in magic. All you have to do is take a deep breath and tell yourself that sooner or later love will manifest. That there is a special someone who has been carefully curated just to be your better half.

For years, Bollywood musicals, Hollywood rom-coms, Mills&Boon and Barbara Cartland’s regency romances have…


Because you deserve to, and have to, stand up for your heart.

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There is a certain kind of grace in love. The grace that teaches you courage and teaches you warmth. A grace that shows you how to be more of you and at the same time recognize that had it not been for a certain kind of love, you could never have been the kind of you that you would like to be. Love teaches you how to be you.

A part of the freedom of being yourself is also to honour parts of yourself that give a little…


To The Girl Who Is Trying To Find Home In This World.

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Run…!
Till your feet go numb
Run …
So your heart finds a home.

Run to the sun
Catch the sun
Eat it up
Glow!

Go…!
Go be a glow-worm
In the woods
Where the crickets creak.

Then run to the river
Dive in
Swim in the rapids
Scream!

Swim with the sharks!
With the star-fish…
With the dolphins…
Swim!

Go…
Lie in a bed of anemones
Get tangled up in sea-weeds
Go play hide-and-seek …
In the forgotten ship-wrecks and forsaken debris… Go!

Float-in with the tide…


About meaning, and belonging, and rest and care…after a lifetime of running away.

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Where will you find home…
Now that, yet again, you have moved away?
In the boxes stacked up in the corners of your mind?
In the straining awnings of false pretenses
That you disguised as your martyred self?

Do you think you could ever make your way back home again,
After years and years of bleating on
About how you could barely survive
The mundane regular-ness of life?

Not having tasted the essence of your own waters
How do you expect to be a safe harbour? …

Yashodhara Pawar

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