Sanober Khan

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

“I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.”

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

“the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.”

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

“to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.”

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

“and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.”

“I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.”

“i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.”

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

“I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.”

“our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.”

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

“I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.”

“how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.”

“a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.”

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

“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.”