Strangers

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