Sanober Khan quotes:

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

kisses explode whensomeone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

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

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

Turn your fears into excitement.Your anxieties into enthusiasm. Your passion into energy.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

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 breathe inthe silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memoriesOf home.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin thosesoul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.

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

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.

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 immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

I write because there are things in me that cannot die.

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

this heart yearnsfor the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstormsunknown adventures.

When I writeI am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

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

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

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

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

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

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

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

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

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

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

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

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

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

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.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

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

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

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.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

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.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.

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

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

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

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

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

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

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

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

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.

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

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

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.

An animal in pain is the saddest thing on Earth.

the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.

Look, moonI turned silver for you.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.