Butterfly Flutters By

Butterfly flutters by where the wind is calm,
And butterfly flutters by in your open wide arm.

When kissed a drooping flower revives
Promised to return if she survives.

Butterfly flutters by where the mind is without fear,
Butterfly flutters by where she’s waiting for her dear.

Why her lifespan is so short?
She did not deceive nor did she hurt.

Butterfly flutters by in the greenery of earth,
Butterfly flutters by till she reaches the dearth.

Mesmerized by the colors she wore,
Ah,how I loved to see her more.

Butterfly flutters by speaking the words of fraternity,
And butterfly flutters by spreading the message of serenity.

©kiranbantawa2014

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Distant Thoughts

Time has flown by as the flapping of the wings
But I will wander singing quietly in the rains,
Hope to lay in the boughs of my
creator
For I will be free from this earthly chains.

I have seen the turnings of the
seasons
Mortal body questing longevity for reasons,
Hope to lay in the boughs of my
creator
Leaving behind those unresolved
questions.

When I’ll be gone, do not hang
window curtains
For I’ll be peeping you from the
moon’s surface ,
You’ll see me laying in the boughs of my creator
In the eternity of love, in the
serenity of peace.

©kiranbantawa2014
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Ode To Matsuo Basho

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I find you in an old silent pond,
The imagery you’ve left will outlive all,
With nature,your immortal bond
You will stand like a kiri tree tall.

You, the gem of haiku,
Your name be echoed in Fuji’s peak,
Mogami river shall chant your lines
Your praise be sung by the Cuckoo.
The rivers and the oceans shall seek
To preserve you in their shrines.

The Cherry trees bow in thankfulness
Pines remind of your gingko walks,
Spring departs,autumn smiles in
happiness
The rivers, the winds and the clouds.

Though time fades away,deem all out,
You shall remain in greenness of nature
Forever alive and forever young.
This word-wreath be bestowed
Upon you, your name shall be featured
In the valley  and ocean shall chant
your song.

©kiranbantawa2013
photo:www.thehaikuguru.com

An Orphan at Footpath

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Torn clothes,
patched heart,
Barbed eyes
and frenetic life
Lived with agony.
Sewn by mockery.
Has got eyes but
couldn’t figured out
Who really is he?
Where does he belong?
Only the wind that blows
Knows his roots.
Footpath – his sweet home,
No homesickness.
Begging – his profession,
No more greed of more pennies.
Morning – a curse to him,
Night – an uncertainty.
Although,
he has no one to call his own,
He lives in merriment,
He lives in peace and
He believes,
If people changes,
one thing will never change
And that is his sweet home “Footpath”..


©kiranbantawa2013
Photo: flickriver

Poetry And Me

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Beside the seashore and the sand

With the waves or upon the strand.

Beyond the horizon and across
the cloud,

In the silence or amidst the
noise aloud.

With the birds and with the
flying kite,

In the forest or beside the
riverside.

Among the flowers and with the
bee,

In affliction or in glee.

Above the mountain and on the
lawn,

In the sunrise or at the dawn.

With the moon and among the
stars,

At the trains or at the cars.

Of the heaven and of the hell

Of music or of the temple bell.

You will find me doing poetry,

With these things revealing
reality.

Spreading the messages of love
and harmony,

Untill the day I go to crematory.


©kiranbantawa2013

3 haiku

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SILENT POND (haiku #15)


A silent pond –
moon’s mirror
at night.

BERRIES (haiku #16)


Wild berries hanging
like a lady’s earrings
In summer days.


FIREFLIES (haiku #17)


Twinkling stars
on the meadow,
Fireflies at night.


©kiranbantawa2013

Photo: Shutterstock & Blogspot

To Mother Nature

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I seek immortality
in two days’ life,
Preserve me nature,in your greenary.

I seek no mutability
My destination is not grave,
Save me nature, in your lap.

I seek peace
in your surreal beauty,
Permit me nature,to play with your colours.

I seek longevity
like that old mountains,
Entwine me nature,in your essence.

I seek no disappearance
like that morning dew,
Let me flow nature,with that river.

I seek joys
In your broader chest,
Hug me nature,with your strong boughs.


©kiranbantawa2013

With You In Autumn Evening

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The sweet songs of birds,

We hand in hand across the lawn,

Pansies white yellow and violet

Tossing their heads in the breeze,

Somewhere the sound of falling leaves,

The sound of squirrel cracking
the walnut,

Calm weather warm sun.

White fluffy clouds forming different shapes,

A passenger flight in the blue sky,

Sun born in the horizon and

about to die in the horizon.

Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest,

Shutting and opening of our lips.

Your unkempt hair flying backwards,

Yellowish west sky.

Heart shaped fig leaf’s shadow,

Pale maple leaves.

If I could stop this world from spinning,

I would do so,

Just to be with you,

In this autumn evening.


©kiranbantawa2013
Photo source: http://www.deepbluephotography.ca

Sunrise (photo blog)

I’m blessed to see everyday sun rising from my window.
This autumn sunrise seems more beautiful than before. My room’s window is towards the east and the first sunbeam peeks through my window pane and to enjoy sunrise I don’t even put curtains on my window.
Yesterday I captured these photos from my phone and thought to share on my blog. How’s this?

My name is KIRAN and in English it means “rays of the Sun” (I’ve used this as the name of my blog)… strange combination.

Everyday I watch sunrise from my window. What about you?

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BEAUTIFUL, SURREAL, VIVID , MESMERIZING SUNRISE VIEW SEEN FROM MY WINDOW.

©kiranbantawa2013

Weekly photo challenge “INFINITE”

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Posted for Weekly photo challenge(https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/photo-challenge-infinite/ )

“INFINITE”

infinite Sun.
infinite rays.
infinite sky.
Infinite horizon.

(seen from my window )



©kiranbantawa2013

An Angel (ghazal)

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When the night falls there comes an angel

Blissfully caressing me by an angel

Takes me to a holy place of fairies

Putting garlands of white flowers an angel



Dozen of choir concert singing an angel

Bright palace candle lit by an angel

Others were taking off my clothes

Putting diamond embossed gown an angel



I sat on a golden chariot with an angel

Horses were about to fly taking me an angel

Rooster whistles and I woke up

What a dream! In my eyes I find no angel.


©kiranbantawa2013

Photo source: http://www.jkuo.deviantart.com

My Epitaph (acrostic)

Mysteries of war left untold by
lips,

Yearned for peace but found
my own bullet boomerang.

Eyes barbed with agony now I
sleep.

Perfumes of atom still roams in
Japan.

Ink was black but the words
were white by me.

Tombs upon tombs,

Apathy gone.

Peace shaken.

Hopes are cold now I need sleep.

(written on a poet’s tomb)

©kiranbantawa2013