Amanat SinghUnseen, UntouchedThe dynasty of Time smiles untouched behind the glass screen of a wall clock. The Heart pulsates buried in the ribbed entrails of the body…Nov 28, 2016Nov 28, 2016
Amanat SinghPincers at WorkThoughts cut through words, Like teeth marks on the burnt plum of ideas. Teeth marks as profound as the memory of the absent jaws…Nov 25, 2016Nov 25, 2016
Amanat SinghSlough-skinned Sausage of a SoulThe sepulchral slough of habit wounds around our throats.Sep 18, 2016Sep 18, 2016