Sanober Khan

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime__ friendship honored.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

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

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can__ be read, can__ be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

i can__ always tell what__ betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

I blink January__ lashesand gush down December__ cheeks

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.

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

...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.