Indian Authors Love Quotes

#1. sometimes i am not sure.
if i am
writing the poem
or the poem
is writing me.

Sanober Khan

#2. fierce lovers.
and battle warriors

both come
from the same place.

there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.

Sanober Khan

#3. This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.
only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Sanober Khan

#4. 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

#5. and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

Sanober Khan

#6. all the words
all the poems
know
my warm, soft spots.

Sanober Khan

#7. all my life
i have looked for poems

to elope with.

Sanober Khan

#8. may
this poetry
be the home
you will someday
come back to.

Sanober Khan

#9. i am permanently
tanned
in the summer of poetry.

Sanober Khan

#10. Farsi Couplet:
Naala-e zanjeer-e Majnun arghanoon-e aashiqanast
Zauq-e aan andaza-e gosh-e ulul-albaab neest


English Translation:
The creaking of the chain of Majnun is the orchestra of the lovers,
To appreciate its music is quite beyond the ears of the wise.

Amir Khusrau

#11. the sapphire depth
of my own love...startles
and warms
and wounds my soul.

Sanober Khan

#12. I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Sanober Khan

#13. some words
bring warmth
just by
being
next to each other.

Sanober Khan

#14. You are the ocean to my eyes.

Sanober Khan

#15. 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

#16. If I began to draw
myself away from you

we'd still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate.

Sanober Khan

#17. most of the times
it's the hardest
to say
what I love more

you

or

your memory.

Sanober Khan

#18. For you
i have saved poems
under my skin.

Sanober Khan

#19. love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers

Sanober Khan

#20. what is
more beautiful

tears, in someone's eyes
for me
or in my eyes
for them.

Sanober Khan

#21. Humans by nature are promiscuous.
Loyalty is an aberration!

Sanjai Velayudhan

#22. A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account.

Sanober Khan

#23. You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

Sanober Khan

#24. how these words, wait to die
in the arms of all the poetry..
yet to be written.

Sanober Khan

#25. Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.

Sanober Khan

#26. Poetry keeps me
in a highly drunken state
of divinity.

Sanober Khan

#27. Love me...with all the abandon
of a sudden wild rain.

Sanober Khan

#28. I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me." There was a long pause on the phone. Then she said,"You are going to hurt from this longer than I ever will. It's true that I didn't know what kind of Indian you were. But what hurts me most is to know what kind of man.

Tony D'Souza

#29. Sometimes the rain
falls
just for you and me

to be the violin
playing
in the background
of our loneliness's song.

Sanober Khan

#30. 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

#31. Watch, how the sun
slowly rises
from behind my ear

new lines, new countries
spring up in my palms

my rough hair
become swaying silk

and all the leaves
in my body
become lusher than fruits.

Sanober Khan

#32. love can
embellish its beginning
sing its blossoming
and engrave its eternities

but can never
explain its loss.

Sanober Khan

#33. i write
because

it is
the only way

i can
reach you.

Sanober Khan

#34. violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

Sanober Khan

#35. Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.

English Translation.

Oh Khusrau, the river of love
Runs in strange directions.
One who jumps into it drowns,
And one who drowns, gets across.

Amir Khusrau

#36. A girl whose name is Love
Is lost.
Simple, beautiful,
She is lost.

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

#37. i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother's arms.

Sanober Khan