Lost Love

In a lifetime, there are moments of love; And in reminiscing—a profound sadness; Fractions of seconds of hope for the lover: Consecutively fading both—in dullness. I have tried to capture and hold them still: Those precious feelings, as a whole; But then they hurt, and weaken my will: Sweet is the illusion of my flying soul! A fusion of thoughts unravels on my mental-screen: Deep-scarred wounds attached to some; Some others—star-dust of forgotten dream: I watch them passing, and wonder if are gone... There is almost a bleeding pain in loss: A love never possessed—can tear the heart when part! Though still alive, dwelling in my very core; And yet, I barely breathe its little life apart...