Sunday, June 19, 2016


“Sometimes I don't know, which moment
which cool gust of wind will come,
and enchant me
tousling my hair
and my heart, 

stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, 

which drop will kiss
the old wrench in my soul
reminding me, all over again

I miss you better in the rain.” 

― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos