Stridency

Utter hopelessness while trying to convince them, a witless crowd

Riled up and antsy, devolution of ideologies, battling perceptions and personal demons

There used to be a profound foundation once, the ability to stand independently and face the world

Face the forces, the rattled waves of expletives from a giant space ruled by dark minds

Listening to the forced narratives is like a continuous scream of delirium, an unhealthy communication

While othering the ones who are comfortable in their own life, of selfawareness and silence

Rules are for the disordered crowd, dissipating the energies and fighting the demonic illusions

-Amitav Chowdhury