Sanober Khan Quotes

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

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

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

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

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

An animal in pain is the saddest thing on Earth.

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

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

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

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

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

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

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

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

I want to have a romance so grand, it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

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.

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

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

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

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

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

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

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

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

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

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

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

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

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

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

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

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

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

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.

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

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

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

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

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

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?