A touch, a tear, a tempest Quotes

“the intensity
in your eyes

burns my pen
as i write.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“For it is up to you and me
to take solace
in nostalgia's arms

and our ability
to create
the everlasting
from fleeting moments.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I want to read every book that’s written
hear every song that was sung
I want to gaze at every cloud
and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can’t.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I do not want to sleep
for fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest star

for fear I may never know
how the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“you were
and always will be

that first ever touch
to have fertilized
the ground
beneath my life’s trees

that first ever rose
to have fragranced
the rest of my memories.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
into the night’s velvet slippers

I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Tomorrow came
with the illusion of today
even more fleeting than yesterday

it came
like it always comes

and went
like it’s always gone

like a favorite song
in its final seconds

Tomorrow came and left
leaving nothing
nothing...
but a familiar
lingering
sense of loss behind.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I wouldn't mind
if life left me...

wingless

burnt to cinders
ripped by storms
scattered...like weeds

celestially wounded

without cherry blossoms
to perish with

but I would cry
with head held in my hands
if it left me...

unfulfilled.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Sometimes the rain
falls
just for you and me

to be the violin
playing
in the background
of our loneliness's song.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“the ocean mist
engulfs me, like a lifetime’s
friendship honored.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I live there...
Far above the song-filled clouds,
where the dewdrops touch my skin so bare
I live there.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I realized

June had never been
just a month

music...
never just a tremble
on my lips

warmth was never
merely a blanket.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“my love is a winter’s mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“You touched my heart...ever so softly
and I realized
tears had never been...merely salt

and the rain
Oh the Rain!
had never been merely water.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Breezy days
deserve the union
of two old friends.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“most of the times
it’s the hardest
to say
what I love more

you

or

your memory.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I breathe in...
The sights and smells
Of this city
I’ve come to know...
So well
I gaze...
Across the turquoise ocean
Where the waves
Liberate my spirit...
From its shell

I breathe in...
The brilliant sky line
Where the birds
Emerge shyly
From the dappled sunshine
I breathe in...
The gently...
Blowing winds
That soothe me
Like a mother, around her child

I breathe in...
The sounds of laughter
Pure and pretty
Like the golden-green butterfly
I’m always after
I breathe in...
The closeness,
I have always shared
With people,
Who almost knew me,
Almost cared

I breathe in...
The comfort
Of my home,
The safe walls,
The scents of childhood
On the pillows
I breathe in...the silence
Of my own heart
Aching with tenderness...
With memories..
Of home

I breathe... in...
The fragrance
Of love, and moist sand
The one...
His roses left...
On both my hands
And I just keep on breathing
Every moment
As much as I can
Preserving it, in my body
For the day
It can’t

So I breathe in..
Once again..
Feeling life's energy
Fizzing through my cells
Never knowing
What awaits me
Or what's going to happen to me..
Next
I breathe in
This moment...
Knowing it's either life
Or it's death
I close my eyes,
And breathe in
Just believing in myself.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I live there...

where the birds are infinite
everywhere

where they flee
it's a place your eyes can wander
but never see

Where everyone accepts me,
Without any pretense

It's a place your mind can picture
but never really comprehend.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“what is
more beautiful

tears, in someone’s eyes
for me
or in my eyes
for them.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Like a speeding train
I am passing by...
I don’t know
where I’m heading
with whom or why
all I know is that
I will never, ever
pass from here again
all I know is I’m skidding forward
on this track of life.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“love was never meant to be
just a metaphor
between the pages of poetry.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I was coming together...
limb by limb, after being broken
for an infinity.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“when whispered
what an exquisite
song, it makes-
your name.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“kisses... are
and always will be

the only language

that I will have
ever truly known.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“How....will I ever truly depict you?
You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest