Quotes by Sanober Khan

for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.

Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don’t knowwhere I’m headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I’m skidding forwardon this track of life.

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

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

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.

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeits a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIts a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

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