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  • #1
    “Love consumes me like the burning flame of a candle,
    I grieve in your Longing, my desire too agonizing to be handled
    Your separation inflamed my wound, Love,
    Deserted my Heart and left it in shambles.
    -- Irtika Kazi, Till Distance do us part”
    Irtika Kazi

  • #2
    Sanober  Khan
    “your smile.
    is the ultimate
    golden dream.
    all the poems
    in the world
    are waking up from.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #3
    Robert Graves
    “There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either”
    Robert Graves

  • #4
    “i feel everything.
    i do not know how to un-feel
    and to not feel
    is to stop the sun.”
    Ava

  • #5
    Kamand Kojouri
    “We are told that in translation there is no such thing as equivalence. Many times the translator reaches a fork in the translating road where they must make a choice in the interpretation of a word. And each time they make one of these choices, they are taken further from the truth. But what we aren’t told is that this isn’t a shortcoming of translation; it’s a shortcoming of language itself. As soon as we try to put reality into words, we limit it. Words are not reality, they are the cause of reality, and thus reality is always more. Writers aren't alchemists who transmute words into the aurous essence of the human experience. No, they are glassmakers. They create a work of art that enables us to see inside to help us understand. And if they are really good, we can see our own reflections staring back at us.”
    Kamand Kojouri

  • #6
    Sanober  Khan
    “I write because there are things in me that cannot die.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #7
    Sanober  Khan
    “Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #8
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “As to whether a poem has been written by a great poet or not, this is important only to historians of literature. Let us suppose, for the sake of argument, that I have written a beautiful line; let us take this as a working hypothesis. Once I have written it, that line
    does me no good, because, as I’ve already said, that line came to me from the Holy Ghost, from the subliminal self, or perhaps from some other writer. I often find I am merely quoting something I read some time ago, and then that becomes a rediscovering. Perhaps it is better that a poet should be nameless.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #9
    Sanober  Khan
    “I wish to stay drenched
    forever
    in those rain-blue eyes
    in those...soul-reaching crystals

    not moving a muscle
    nor breathing
    just
    savoring
    this turquoise ache
    against my heart.”
    Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

  • #10
    Sanober  Khan
    “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

  • #11
    “Darkness is the womb from which a poet is born.”
    Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet

  • #12
    Mark Twain
    “If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
    Mark Twain



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