There’s a gradual shift in the discourse, the pledge to disclose nothing that may unsettle the established status quo.
As if, a sharp object either creates more serrated edges or aggressively blunts it, like a candle is extinguished
Sharp flames of clarity burn down the prejudices, dulls the mediocre opinions of the opinionated
Writing is doubtful, literature even vague, between cruces of a quantum transformation
I believe silence births those words, inspired by the imaginations of a recluse
Otherwise, who would be foolish enough to not follow the trend of oversimplification
Silence being maligned, the echoes of mediocrity insulate the senses
Creating vast areas of swamps where the walls adorn fungal growth; it’s decaying health
Where everyone gathers these days, seeking validation, mending their thoughts into similar phonemes
Here, silence stretches itself like a cover, protecting the imaginations
Now, who can compete with blurry, aesthetically enhanced misplaced words, strewn around like insipid glitters
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 