I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood, neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eye am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

— Sanober Khan

I am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowing in words discover it’s another way for met be in tears.

— Sanober Khan

I am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

— Sanober Khan

I breathe in...the fragrance of love, and moist sand the one his roses Leyton both my hands just keep on breathing every moments much as I can preserving it, in my body for the davit can’t.

— Sanober Khan

I breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories. Of home.

— Sanober Khan

I can’t always tell what’s better long drive sin the star-spangled deserts or long walks along winding tea gardens.

— Sanober Khan

If I began to draw myself away from you we’d still be like two mixed colors of paint impossible to separate.

— Sanober Khan

I have laughed more than daffodil sand cried more than June.

— Sanober Khan

I live there... Far above the song-filled clouds, where the dewdrops touch my skin so bar live there.

— Sanober Khan

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleet'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