Influences

They float around to compel

Thoughts are too lethal

To cut through the trickery

Oppressively made dull

While those eyes glance

Afraid of anyone interfering

Pushed towards confines

Mala fide treatment

Strange idea of inclusiveness

Socketed ideologies

Deprived of light and air

Malodorous intent

Attacks the senses

Afflicted mannerisms

Only a passive existence 

Uttering in unison

Blunt thoughts propagated

From head to foot

Arrested in deception

Shape of information

Mutates uncontrollably

No sudden drift

That which floats around

Changing the direction

Towards oblivion

Only to wilt from exhaustion

Pressure of comparisons

Living alike 

Yet, with perceived individuality

~Amitav