A Lost Story

His heart had started paining ..
Tired of carrying a sack full of
pertinent regrets...
the only possessions he had,
remnants of his soul's solitary passion

He had seen it all
He had risen, he had let himself fall
He had spent moments
Amongst muted shrills
and painful smiles
He had been hit hard
by destiny's heartbreaking guiles

So finally, he left the place,
the place of hidden scars,

and unfulfilled desires..
Of animated beauties and butterflies
Of futile truths, and counterfeit lies
Of scentless breeze, and heartless rains..
To forget the unforgettables,
He went away.

[September' 07]