Everyone knows the monk in him;
He is totally fine with himself!
Nothing changes so easily.
Love smiles at the limericks of the past.
Mutation inks them a bill.
Chaos inches towards the towers of bliss.
The blues of her yesteryears call her up for seclusion.
Hilarious scenes of merry-making buy some time to be away from the busy work.
Winking on the voyage of love, a beggarly lady mutters nothing.
Crimson clothes crumble on her head.
I understand the blinking bulls of today.
Why do we face a wall between isolation and seclusion?
Emptiness irks us for a while.
Cracks sit on the wallpapers and slice them up.
None wants to meet the monk within...
(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan December 09,2025)
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