1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you

When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?

It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.

I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.

migratory animal Are you looking for a home?

I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night

"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."

I will not even begin with the skies

When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right

I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love

A star fell on the ground in the windy night

Glamorous lightweight raindrops  from the October sky keep 

As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn

but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes

Hark! / Busy work of Hands

Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

A walkway through the crystal-clear lies

Irrespective of the ambivalence that marks Metaphysical poetry of the 17th century, Selim marvels us with his choice of words and precision of utterance.