Silence is maligned, typical of a world that fashions the daily clamour of a life spinning uncontrollably
All about time, the finest manipulator, the magical nuisance of unseen characters, powerful in the dark, surrendered to the unenlightened world
Suspicious crowds, with furtive glances, trust is designed and defined by convenient expectations, a ritual in dark spaces
So, all the faces look blurry, none defined by the clear reflections, only distortions off a cunning surface, a superficial region
What have you been carrying till now; only perceptions, faint ideologies and induced coercion, following without questioning, utter belief in amplified imagery
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 