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To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

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Color is the overpowering of black, white – the final victory over black.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

The night is still waiting.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!

~ Munia Khan

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

~ Roman Payne

Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

~ Roman Payne

Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.You may give them your love but not your thoughts,For they have their own thoughts.You may house their bodies but not their souls,For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

~ Hafiz

You may be a poet and not even know it.

~ M.l. Shanahan

You see it dying, you feel helpless while it fades,You tend to lose hope lest you forget, a ripple is all, and that's all it takes...#MyExperiencewith498A

~ Ravi Ranjan

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple -- or a green field -- a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing -- an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness --wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak --to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

~ Mary Oliver

Chimerical words, the words were written,Some are wasted; some are still on the page,Tattered words, the words were written,Some are young, some are aged,Gloomy words, the words were written,Some are unspoken, some are told,Words were hurt, though they can heal,Words are breathless, though can feel,Words won hearts, words shattered hearts,Words lost battles, words won wars,Wars within, words had scars.

~ Nishikant

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

~ Nishikant

How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't.

~ Nishikant

All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory,Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory,Because you don’t know what is there in the future,And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture.I feel that I have known you for a century,And whatever she calls is a memory.

~ Nishikant

After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because,'Poetry forgives.

~ Nishikant

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

~ Sanober Khan

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

~ Sanober Khan

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint youOn the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tabletOf things eternal : love truth beauty happiness

~ Richard L. Ratliff

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

~ Sanober Khan

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

~ Sanober Khan

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

~ Sanober Khan

All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.

~ V.s. Atbay

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

~ Sanober Khan

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

~ Sanober Khan

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

~ Sanober Khan

A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,a thousand hearts will read these words,as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,repeatedly, again and again and again.Some will mock, some will laugh. Somewill shed a tear. But it is writtenonly for your lips, your eyes, your heart,beloved.

~ V.s.atbay

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

~ Sanober Khan

Hope without love is hopeless.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

~ Carol Ann Duffy

I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, I would have loved her.

~ Nicole Lyons

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

~ Kelly Moran

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

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