Munia Khan Quotes - Page 7

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

Lovers are food for each other to sustain their lives

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

In a cruel world kindness is certainly an unsafe virtue

A tree house, to me, is the most royal palace in the world

Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

all hopes there, so close to each other,are pulled into the void every night;when a band of pale twinkles milking the wayacross the divine breadth of skywhere every heart belongs.- From the poem "The Universe In Blossom

Sleep is my only ally united by a dream treaty

Science is theology for an atheist

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night

Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled

I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been

Water is such a lifesaver into which we cannot breathe but without taking it into us we cannot live

There is a whisper of light if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear Numb sky’s muteness leaves you hard of hearingSenses wish to fly feelings disappearing

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world !

Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?

I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather

A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed

My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.

Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland

Sometimes the burden of love is heavier than a heavy heart

Women are like locked diaries that men expect to read like open books.

Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world’s perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

Our regrets want to bring back many things we leave behind

Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart's paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality’s song

Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

It doesn't matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it's already smashed beneath the feet.

A moment can be left inside the memory of time.

If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever

Take my handand…feel the sandbeneath your aimless feettowards the sparkling waves

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive

Love is the name of an irrepressible moment formed inside one complete pulsation of a heart

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

You can find a better you inside of you. Why don’t you search for that?