When strangers meet and still wish to continue with the anonymity
Cold stares and unwilling vibes freeze the moment with passive animosity
Insults inscribed in the air float across, disregarding all usual courtesy
Travelling through distortions, the irritating narratives wound themselves like barbed wires
Stinging the hands that touch them unknowingly; like a hydra, they awaken with many vicious faces
Without transformation, the spaces remain in that strange warped time
Claustrophobic in that fold, the strangers wish to choose an infernal trajectory
~Amitav