Sanober Khan

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

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

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

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.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer__ lips.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

If I__ not around I hope you__l remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

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

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it__ always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing...but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.

most of the timesit__ the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and my couch comfortless leaving upon my fingers the melting snow of you you left behind a calendar full of empty days and seasons full of aimless wanders leaving me alone with an armful of sunsets your reflection behind in every puddle your whispersupon every curtain your fragranceinside every petal you left your echoes in between the silence of my eyes Oh and how you leftleaving my sands footless and my shores songless leaving me with windows full of moistened moonlight nights and nightsof only a half-warmed soul and when you left... you left behind a lifetime of moments untouched the light of a million starsunshed and when you left you somehowleft my poem...unfinished. (Published in Taj Mahal Review Vol.11Number 1 June 2012)

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

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

we are all like poems. some of us rhyme. some don__. some are Pulitzer prizessome are just scribblesand yet, we all possessa special kind of beautythat can either heal or cut to the boneone that can never quitebe fathomed, nor forgotten.

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

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.