Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing
~ Munia Khan
If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again
A tree house, to me, is the most royal palace in the world
Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.
Sharks are the lions of the sea.They glamorize the oceanic glory.
Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night
Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun, one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.
Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world
It doesn't matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it's already smashed beneath the feet.
We can always be humanMeeting each day a wise new manBut the Animal Kingdom to which we belongAnimals we are, this truth can’t be wrong.
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?
I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point
When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years
Only pain can define the meaning of tears.
Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.
He belongs to a whorehouse, not in my heart
If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever
Into the sea I’d love to sink When with both eyes a shark can blinkIs he a brave fish or a marine man?Through those closed eyelids my heart will he scan?
Even a heart of a kitten is reliable, if you know how to rely on
You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love
When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you…
The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.
Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart
A gift can never be cheap or insignificant because of the heart and love it carries.
Donate your blood from your heart to save life. Life will donate you hearts full of love, blood and contentment in return.
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.
Your eyes need to be opened wider than your heart, when love is blinder than your eyes.
A prisoner should know that there are thousands of imprisoned freemen living in this world…jailed in their own society, handcuffed by duties..
...now open your mind by closing your eyessee the unseen world within you which liesFrom the poem 'The Unseen World
My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
Human psychology is the most mysterious thing in the world.
Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.
Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.
Every dream is the beginning of a new life in your thoughts..
Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees.
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
I’ve learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green…
