Only fools ask such questions,
Only the useless will search answers
For the wise shall move on always
Letting the burden of the past go.
Were we both fools then?

Mind fed by tales of death and rebirth
And the soul who knows the truth
Were we just living our fantasies?
Fantasies of dreaming about a past
Whose idea felt like home,
Of dreams which felt real
Of a life previously lived,
Useless conquests were they?

She dreamt of palaces
Where she thought she once ruled.
I rather wondered if I were someone-
Someone who was a fallen being.
For only I could remember a body
And not its story.
What if I had lived a not so regal tale?
What if I was lowly?

Knowing that I existed before,
It was just one life story I craved to know.
Just one single story of a collection of stories,
Just one life of a collection of lives
But why just one?

A beaded necklace looks no good
With a bead missing
And so did I feel this birth's story
Lacking a  charm.
Thus I resolved to find the missing bead to praise the necklace again.

But in vain did my efforts go,
So did hers who searched the other way.
She was yet far from me,
How could she take in the mysteries
Of our birth and death?
How could she turn brave and be ready
To face the unpleasant part
When she feared death even?

Sometimes she wondered,
Why not the others search their past stories?
A quest alone we both had to undertake.
What shall others make of it
Other than a childish fantasy?
And so we both kept quiet.