Sanober Khan Quotes - Page 4

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.

What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.

A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

Turn your fears into excitement.Your anxieties into enthusiasm. Your passion into energy.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

we are all like poems. some of us rhyme. some don’t. some are Pulitzer prizessome are just scribblesand yet, we all possessa special kind of beautythat can either heal or cut to the boneone that can never quitebe fathomed, nor forgotten.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I’mtrying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I’m alreadyinside one?

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and my couch comfortless leaving upon my fingers the melting snow of you you left behind a calendar full of empty days and seasons full of aimless wanders leaving me alone with an armful of sunsets your reflection behind in every puddle your whispersupon every curtain your fragranceinside every petal you left your echoes in between the silence of my eyes Oh and how you leftleaving my sands footless and my shores songless leaving me with windows full of moistened moonlight nights and nightsof only a half-warmed soul and when you left... you left behind a lifetime of moments untouched the light of a million starsunshed and when you left you somehowleft my poem...unfinished. (Published in Taj Mahal Review Vol.11Number 1 June 2012)

how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.