Munia Khan

He belongs to a whorehouse, not in my heart

When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed

Only pain can define the meaning of tears.

Smile is the arch of an arrowed heartTears are waters to make pain's life start

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?

I__e reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem __e with the Vanishing Point

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek_never to be felt again

Writing fluency sometimes needs an intense agony somewhere in your mind

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....