Sanober Khan Quotes - Page 3

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.

i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

Great struggles make for great stories.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit... From its shell I breathe in... The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in... The gently... Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in... The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I’m always after I breathe in... The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in... The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in...the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness... With memories.. Of home I breathe... in... The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one... His roses left... On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can’t So I breathe in.. Once again.. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me.. Next I breathe in This moment... Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself.

Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

How....will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.

There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

An animal in pain is the saddest thing on Earth.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.

whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.

I keep my kindness in my eyes Gently folded around my iris Like a velvety, brown blanket That warms my vision I keep my shyness in my hair Tucked away into a ponytail Looking for a chance to escape On a few loose strands in the air I keep my anger on my lips Just waiting to unleash into the world But trust me; it’s never in my heart It evaporates into words I keep my dignity upon my chin Like a torch held up high For those who have betrayed me Radiating a silent, strong message I keep my gratitude in my smileA glistening waterfall in the sun Gently splashing at that personWho made me happy for some reason I keep my sensitivity in my hands Reaching out for your wet cheek Holding you, with all the love The love I want to share, and feel I keep my passion in my writing My words breathing like fire Screeching against an endless road As I continue to be inspired I keep my simplicity in my soul Spread over me like a clear sky Reflecting all that I am And all that’s ever passed me by And I hope you will look Beyond my ordinary faceMy simple, tied hairMy ordinary tastes And I hope you will see me From everyone...apart As I keep my beauty in my heart.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

You only have to do one good thing to be in somebody’s lifetime of prayers.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.