Quotes by Sanober Khan

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

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.

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someones eyes.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

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

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

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

You are the ocean to my eyes.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

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

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

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

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

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

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.

shes gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

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