Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence Quotes

for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

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

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

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

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

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

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

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

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

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.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

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

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

i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.

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

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

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

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

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

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

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

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

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

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

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.

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

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.

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