Feeble hope

 

The darkness of the quiet nights,

Witness to my many moans 

Of both pains and pleasures;

How I feebly hope at least you

Can distinguish between the two!

The problem

It was a typical Angel and Devil problem!
"What is the problem?"
"I am not sure if I am myself or what I think of myself"
"Then is the thought the problem?"
"I wonder if it is the urge to think?"
"Urge to think of oneself?"
"To think of oneself as one thing?!"

A romantic's plea

Allow me to be unrealistic. (PC: Myself)

Give me not 

Reason and Rationale.

I too shall one day be

Wise enough to have them. 

I too shall then quote 

From all my experience,

And justify why it 

Is best the way it is.

But till that time,

Allow me to be idealistic

Allow me to be romantic

Allow me to be unrealistic.

For the moment let me

Live my passion.

If you can, drive me crazy

Drive me utopian.

I don't want to wake up

So soon and be mature

To the reality of life.

Let me still stay immature.

As I try again and falter

And see my dreams shatter,

Broken heart soaks bitter.

But to have tried feels better.