Sanober Khan Quotes

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it’s always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing...but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.

my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.

the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.

It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don’t knowwhere I’m headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I’m skidding forwardon this track of life.

kisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.

I was coming together...limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.

Live as many lives as you can.

I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.