Sanober Khan

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

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

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

It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

How....will I ever truly depict you?You__e perfect, my writing isn__.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

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

I was coming together...limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

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

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

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

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.

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.