What comes before birth,
And after death?
The unanswered questions of all times.


Are our souls in a long deep trance
Trapped somewhere unknown,
Somewhere mystic, transcendental;
Where the stars don’t shine at all?


Our souls talk to each other,
In this comatose world
And maybe that’s why-
That must be why 'déjà vu's happen.


Even though you are so damn sure;
You haven’t had an encounter,
With this stranger you have met now,
A tiny doubt
Keeps on gnawing at you,
"Have you seen him somepleace else?"
Do you know why it is like so?
It’s because your souls have met before.


This trance is on forever,
Filled with the same souls 
Over and over still,
For the minute difference 
That it changes bodies every now and then
For what are bodies
But mere carriers of souls?