Sanober Khan

A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I__e come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit... From its shell I breathe in... The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in... The gently... Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in... The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I__ always after I breathe in... The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in... The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in...the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness... With memories.. Of home I breathe... in... The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one... His roses left... On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can__ So I breathe in.. Once again.. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me.. Next I breathe in This moment... Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe__ still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

I want to read every book that__ writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

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

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother__ arms.

Live as many lives as you can.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.