Sanober Khan

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

“There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.”

“poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.”

“There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.”

“You are the ocean to my eyes.”

“holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.”

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

“I wouldn't mindif life left me...winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered...like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me...unfulfilled.”

“my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.”

“i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.”

“I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.”

“This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.”

“And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”

“I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.”

“Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.”

“may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.”

“there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.”

“Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.”

“For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.”

“Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.”