dreams

and in that dim corner
where i meet and talk with myself
i have hidden my dreams


they remain piled up in the darkest spot
away from all curious eyes, and nose
away from the sun that rises
and asks me to wake up, and stop dreaming


away from you
who do not believe in these dreams


i carry this dimness, pregnant with dreams 
in the kohl of my eyes


and when i meet you at  the corner road
i only smile 
so that tears do not wash away
the dreams that i carry within