Quotes by Munia Khan

Written soul is called poetry

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

Soul smiles through the lips of a happy face

Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wickJealous people burnto make your heart feel sick

Let your love be the kindness to make a homeless person believe that a soul needs something more than just four walls and a ceiling.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyards bed

When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..

Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing

To me sometimes a mute sky is more expressive than the roaring sea

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mothers womb again

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

Being human doesnt make us humans. Humanity is something else only a kind and loving heart can possess

I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn childs sweetness. Both are Gods creations filled with precious innocence

Nature has no beauty forbiddenManmade concrete slab: guilt-riddenWings or leaves whatever we may careThose limbs with the birds only trees will share