Innocence – an encounter

by bhatomair

By Omair Bhat Bubbles of innocence coiling and pooling in the gushing stream of adolescence on a senseless orgy night (attended by rubber hands, eye lashes, eternity of night, chandeliers, plastic breasts, manicured… Continue reading →

Imitations

by bhatomair

Imitations BY Omair Bhat Memory, Hear my dolorous accounts of years tonight won’t you ? I am the second son of night The pure black baby Your Valuable Dark times visible offspring Fragment… Continue reading →