Sanober Khan

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

Great struggles make for great stories.

You only have to do one good thing to be in somebody__ lifetime of prayers.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone__ eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

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

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone__ deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone__ smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.