Sanober Khan Quotes

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)

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

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

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

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

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

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

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

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

i am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break.

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

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

Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

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.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

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

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.

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

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

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

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

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

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.

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

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

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

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, 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.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

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

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.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

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.

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

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

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

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

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.

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