The world of light and starry grace;within your mind I live to trace.Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,lightening my being with dream’s story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish : the heart of fame.
~ Munia Khan
My mind has a time machine, it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.
Aren't we all homeless without a home inside our mind?
Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession.
A mind can bleed a heart to death.
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
It is always the soul and brain that really matters, never the heart or mind.
I cannot squeeze the stars, but I can squeeze my mind to feel the moon compressed.
Plenty of foods inside my stomach.Soul is empty.
Word-Power'Being stuck in my room,I've become a world traveler.If you wonder how...just guess how I've reached you right now
My arrivalHer womb’s delightHer existenceMy living lightHer woundsMy scarsHer skiesMy starsHer daysMy hoursHer strengthMy powersI breathe my name Being her childWithout motherLife’s beguiledFrom the poem 'Mother
Sitting in a corner, I live like a toad Oh! How I love my room: my tiny abode! Here I wake up; and I sleep in hereThe world far away; yet virtually near Not that I'm jailed in this place of graceJust don't want to face another face
A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.
Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...
Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?
Happiness is the most magical thing in this world the amount of which remains the same, even after distributing it amongst innumerable unhappy people.
Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world’s perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph
We live in a world where a hut made of clay is more durable than brick buildings, because poverty doesn't allow it to be reconstructed.
Milk is the only juice in a world of cows.
Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.
When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
The joy of knowing a foreign language is inexpressible. I find it really difficult to express such joy in my mother tongue.
My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem Only For You By Munia Khan)
Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..
Tears are my joy to hide my pain,like thunder hides the sound of rain.
Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.
Future never desires to become a past.
A lie has many colours, while white is the only faithful colour of truth.
If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.
I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.
When something means nothing to you, you can do everything you want; but someday, somehow you may have to pay for it.
Our miseries are inseparable, so is our every single blessing.
You cannot buy trust,you have to earn it.
If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.
It’s not really outstanding when you’re standing outOutcry is the only outburst,if you can’t shout
Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..
I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.
You can never be lost when you learn to get lost into the blue of the sea..
Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.
