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The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Munia Khan

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
MUNIA KHAN

Breath Fall Glimmer Lifetime Light Loneliness Ocean Rise
Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.
MUNIA KHAN

Darkness Light Love
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
MUNIA KHAN

Heart Soul Wrap
It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.
MUNIA KHAN

Break Up Broken Heart Fools
Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them up to greet with a bucketful of reality.
MUNIA KHAN

Bucket Dreamer Dreams Greet Nightmare Reality
You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.
MUNIA KHAN

Fall Rise Shore Tide Touch
The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.
MUNIA KHAN

Alive Dead Heart Love
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.
MUNIA KHAN

Change Color Dry Flower Help Love Petal
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
MUNIA KHAN

Frasp Healing Pain relief Scars Seal
Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.
MUNIA KHAN

Dance Embrace Frozen Heart Heartache Joy Movement Rtythm Stars Twinkle
If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.
MUNIA KHAN

Dreams Fantasy Rescue Smoke Stop
When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.
MUNIA KHAN

Break Up Broken Heart Heart Lost Love Understand
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
MUNIA KHAN

Growth Root Tree Words Writing
Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.
MUNIA KHAN

Departure Memories Welcome
Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.
MUNIA KHAN

Emptiness Fulfillment Hole Hollow Whole Wonder
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.
MUNIA KHAN

Blood Cold Emptiness Fear Vein

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

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