Sanober Khan, A Touch, A Tear, A Tempest Quotes
I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds, where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.
I was coming together...limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.
How....will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.
you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.
my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.
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.
As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag, of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.
kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.
i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
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.
love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.
You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.
our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.
kisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.
The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.
When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.
kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.
I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.
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.
Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.
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.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.
