02UndatedHands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
03Undatedmy dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
04Undatedyou are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
05Undatedmy motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
06Undatedwe always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
07Undatedmay my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
09UndatedThe world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
10Undatedbelieve me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
11UndatedYou askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I’mtrying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I’m alreadyinside one?Sanober Khan / quote ↗
12UndatedTurn your fears into excitement.Your anxieties into enthusiasm. Your passion into energy.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
17Undatedi am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
18Undatedkisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
19Undatedhow can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
22Undatedpoetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
24Undatedeverything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.Sanober Khan / quote ↗
