Eternal Wanderers

Incomplete stories of many,
Half-written in life’s journey,
Adventures slipped through fingers,
Memories of them ceased to linger.

Ideas carried to grave untouched,
Desires held tightly and clutched,
All carried away with the wind of death,
With the consummation of last breath.

This cycle hath no beginning or end,
Another river and another bend,
Over and over again,
Eternal wanderers, we all remain.

For our souls, no culmination,
Born again, another incarnation,
Stories in progress with role reversals,
No time is allowed for rehearsals.

Through endless rounds of rebirth,
Eternal soul to embody in earth,
To write tales of love, hate and anger,
Of defeat’s whimper and victory’s clangour.

Caught in this vicious circle of infinity,
All are blood relatives, definitely,
We are each other’s parents and children,
Siblings and cousins, as this cycle runs.

© K.Radhakrishnan

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Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

1 thought on “Eternal Wanderers

  1. amitapaul

    Another cry from an anguished soul caught in the never – ending cycle of birth and death , with no Nirvana in sight .


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