Munia Khan

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive

To me sometimes a mute sky is more expressive than the roaring sea

Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing

When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon__ care...in boundless amity..

My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wickJealous people burnto make your heart feel sick

Let your love be the kindness to make a homeless person believe that a soul needs something more than just four walls and a ceiling.

I need to hold on to the faded love __ause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

There__ an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!

Soul smiles through the lips of a happy face

Gym is a sacred place which makes your life feel worth existing by putting effort of care into the home of your soul called body!

Written soul is called poetry

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

Rain, Aren__ you my soul__ joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?