Sanober Khan Quotes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

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

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.

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

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

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

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

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

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

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

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

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

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

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

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