Best 195 quotes of Sanober Khan on MyQuotes

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

all my life i have looked for poems to elope with.

all the words all the poems know my warm, soft spots.

And stay, my dear stay... forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

and the afterglow... of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need.

A rain like melting pillows… a rain so beautiful I could never have let go of if not certain that someday...it would find its way into my poem.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

A single poem, alone can turn tides scatter galaxies and burst forth with rivers from paradise.

A single poem is worth a hundred cozy winter nights kind words and healed wounds.

a single poem the thing that can keep me light on my feet, when my soul is heavy with sorrow.

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats.

As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet into the night’s velvet slippers I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag, of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.

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

because some things sometimes aren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

believe me when i say this. when you love someone. you can travel the world in their laugh.

be the kiss in my hair that no one sees move, when i move sigh, when i sigh... be that line from a poem that i hold in my eyes.

Breezy days deserve the union of two old friends.

depth and substance. the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poem or a person.

Do not turn me into restless waters if you cannot promise to be my stream.

even in the loneliest moments i have been there for myself.

Every heart must have its private bestseller book.

everything that is scattered comes together in words everything that is lost comes back in poetry.

Fall in love with the energy of the mornings trace your fingers along the lull of the afternoons take the spirit of the evenings in your arms kiss it deeply and then make love to the tranquility of the nights.

fierce lovers. and battle warriors both come from the same place. there is bound to be, some bloodshed.

for all I can really do is stand here in September’s rain savoring… soaking it all in slipping.. and simply holding on to poetry for dear life.

For it is up to you and me to take solace in nostalgia's arms and our ability to create the everlasting from fleeting moments.

for those memories are now just like these little kittens I hold in my hands those can be kissed and treasured but not held too tightly.

for we all have our own twilights and mists and abysses to return to.

For you i have saved poems under my skin.

funny how our hearts were designed to love so fiercely. but break ever so gently.

Give me a moon-blanket night to keep me warm a long-gone smile to comfort me a pair of rain-blue eyes to haunt me a simple soul ...to love me.

give me a pillow of strong ever-dependable shoulders that i can bury my head in.

Great struggles make for great stories.

holding the evening tremblingly close to me i weep into the sun letting the burden of hope lift off my chest i realize this is what it means to be free.

how can i ever breathe normally again after having been cradled by the kind of sorrow so silent, that it nourishes after having been swept by the kind of joy so absolute, that it wounds.

how is it that he's always in my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to say are lost in words.

how these words, wait to die in the arms of all the poetry.. yet to be written.

How....will I ever truly depict you? You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

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.

i am always stalking you, my dear. with my thoughts my words. my breath.

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 eye I am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

i am either a storm or a drought. in-betweens have never been my thing.

I am filled time and again with a heart-aching wonder when I think of the fire and frost of memories of the everlastingness of love the solace of family and the power of prayer.

i am infinitely yearning brimming and overflowing in words i discover it’s another way for me to be in tears.

i am permanently tanned in the summer of poetry.

i am so crammed full of fears that if you were to touch me i might either fly or break.

I blink January’s lashes and gush down December’s cheeks

I breathe in... the fragrance of love, and moist sand the one his roses left on both my hands I just keep on breathing every moment as much as I can preserving it, in my body for the day it can’t.

I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit... From its shell I breathe in... The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in... The gently... Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in... The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I’m always after I breathe in... The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in... The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in...the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness... With memories.. Of home I breathe... in... The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one... His roses left... On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can’t So I breathe in.. Once again.. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me.. Next I breathe in This moment... Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself.