Amal1 minInkling 1in an alternate reality, a bored tree tries to render the obscure precise - a newly born dog, its apt fucking fate to encounter a human...
Amal1 minInkling 2engineered rookies and medical teams, rocking a rupee and few dreams, how gray these calamities feel, being slapped around for the...
Amal1 minInkling 3what good do these words do except help one spend a few wasting lives in an ideal world, perhaps stir some blues, low and crisp, acoustic...
Amal2 minSoliloquy in vacuumplenty petty pennies in the name of pilani, four years of drought under the clouds of queries...
Amal2 minShunyatanothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to be, absolute stillness in awe of the cosmos...
Amal2 minLet's not sweat the small stufflet's not sweat the small stuff and go someplace where breathing is easy, where rain pours down from soft spring clouds that have lost...
Amal3 minAnudear rafa, it's been a million seconds since a million seconds towards love and the numen of that love seems to have called it a day, and...
Amal2 minCunnilungusthe turbines turn, the silhouettes palpitate, the hedges soak in nectar, the clemency fades and tides of delectation singularly personify...