From Womb To Tomb

Dark and deep inside.
Suffocated and unconscious.
Soul inherits the body.
A new child is born.

In between –
Joys and griefs. Part and parcel of life.

Life breathes its last.
Soul abandons the body.
Back to the eternity.
Back to dark and deep inside.

From womb to tomb
The soul-cycle continues
From tomb to womb.

©kiranbantawa 2013


Loneliness Everywhere

An Owl sitting on the bough
No bird accompanies him.

A teddy bear covered with dust
Because the girl has grown up now.

An old guitar under the bed
No spare time to hit that strings.

Glowing moon in the murky night
Without sun and stars too far.

I’ve friends,families and loneliness too
Even the shadow leaves you in the dark.

We fade into eternity alone and lonely
Will my soul recognizes yours there?

We live amidst the uncertainties
One thing is certain,loneliness is there forever.

The Soul Within Me


A wayfarer, a wanderer;

Hankering for something unattainable,

Irresistible my soul.


My soul flies across the horizon

with the shapes of the clouds

And I try to draw a figure.

It looks down upon the jagged rocks

And flows with the river.

My soul, an itinerant musician;

Singing songs of sufferings;

Telling stories of downtrodden.

Foreshadowing tomorrow’s uncertainty.

My soul,dumb speaker and deaf listener.

My soul, wave in the ocean.

A traveller in the luminary world.

A conqueror of the universe.

A roisterer in the busy world.

My jaded soul,a dreamer.

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