The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
~ Sanober Khan
even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.
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.
some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.
...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.
lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.
With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.
there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.
Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.
it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty.
because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.
You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.
For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.
the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.
i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.
