Quotes by "Sanober Khan"

Once in a while i am struck all over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enough to bruise a heart.

even in the loneliest moments i have been there for myself.

tell me of something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon you of something softer than the tenderness with which i hold you.

there are some poems that we leave behind some that leave us behind while some just live silently in the heart crumble, sometimes dwindle disappear die and are reborn when you smile again.

your smile. is the ultimate golden dream. all the poems in the world are waking up from.

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.

Love, be mystical as the flickering blue flame of night as the fully-awoken moon beneath cobwebs of passing clouds amidst chanting high-tides fuzzy, as my blanket big enough to illuminate a hundred thousand billion galaxies and just small enough to fit into my embrace.

Poems can get sleepless too and become the loneliest thing in the universe.

it was the kind of moon that I would want to send back to my ancestors and gift to my descendants so they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some things sometimes aren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someone who will fall in love with your silence.

whatever you do be gentle with yourself. you don’t just live in this world or your home or your skin. you also live in someone’s eyes.

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

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

I am filled time and again with a heart-aching wonder when I think of the fire and frost of memories of the everlastingness of love the solace of family and the power of prayer.

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

For it is up to you and me to take solace in nostalgia's arms and our ability to create the everlasting from fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

A single poem, alone can turn tides scatter galaxies and burst forth with rivers from paradise.