poem

POETRY / Birth of a poem

Hark! / Busy work of Hands

POETRY / Carpe diem

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

POETRY / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness

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

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

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

POETRY / Anger and other blessings

A walkway through the crystal-clear lies

BOOK REVIEW: POETRY / About romances ever-appealing

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

POETRY / Dawn of new(?) air

But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths

POETRY / Ghostly tenants

My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in  smoke. 

September 28, 2024
September 28, 2024

Carpe diem

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

September 28, 2024
September 28, 2024

Birth of a poem

Hark! / Busy work of Hands

September 26, 2024
September 26, 2024

My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness

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

August 24, 2024
August 24, 2024

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

August 24, 2024
August 24, 2024

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

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

August 22, 2024
August 22, 2024

Anger and other blessings

A walkway through the crystal-clear lies

August 8, 2024
August 8, 2024

About romances ever-appealing

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

August 6, 2024
August 6, 2024

Dawn of new(?) air

But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths

July 27, 2024
July 27, 2024

The song of freedom

the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box

July 27, 2024
July 27, 2024

Ghostly tenants

My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in  smoke.