[NOTE: This one's dedicated to my reclusive friend, Mk Madhavan...]


I can’t curtail myself

Within the boundaries set

Can’t live amidst the flock

That does nothing but fret



Rules of the world

Can’t chain my spirit

I can’t strive forever

To prove my merit



Judged I am, so be it

I’ll be who I want to be

I won’t try fitting the bill

I was meant to be free



Every single soul 

Is sick to the core

Claims to be a saint

Yet knocks on hell’s door



Shunted rationalities

And twisted priorities

Life’s marred by quarrels

And they talk of peace



I sure can mingle

But what’s the use

None’s worth my time

Am better off, a recluse 



- Shunyatha 

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