Oh! my vivacious heart-throb
 Don't shed those precious tears in vain,
 For some dreams that were broken
 Leaving you sad and with a lot of pain.

  What are dreams?
 Some delicate thoughts
 Nestling in the lap of
 Your beautiful sleepy eyes
 Which could be broken easily.
 
 Shimmering hopes wavering
 like a candle in a storm,
 expecting for the impossible
 but unyielding and uncompromising.

  Patience is the only weapon
 and Faith is the shield.
 when one is fighting a battle of love
 Dreams are the battlefield.

  The army of tears invades
 to attack the citadel your heart.
 resistance comes in form of silence
 and that determined look in the eyes.

  But the strange war of love
 tells that results are deceiving.
 one who won actually lost
 and one who lost actually won!

~Shashwat~