On dreamability…

On dreamability….

We dream the dream-able dream, 

You and I 

We Seek it in the false blue sky 

We want it so, 

Me and you, 

So that we can moan about it not coming true. 

But the dream must be had, 

Or it must be sought 

If it can’t be borrowed, 

It must be bought 

From the unread book, 

Hid in the often read title, 

From the 20 second trailer, 

Or the morals in the Quran 

From the misty wishful thought of the past from the bold and beautiful that no dream can outlast from fashionable issues, 

And phonetic views and the righteous indignation on the evening news from the period romances,

The ‘if only. . .’ 

Phase from the sunshine that visits the branded sunscreen on my face 

The dream thus bought 

Must then be downloaded, 

On this screen 

Because to be a writer, 

That’s yet another All Original Dream

I Pretended Not To Notice

I Pretended Not To Notice

I pretended not to notice the color
Of his eyes; or the way he would
Glance past me when I caught him
Looking at me.
I pretended not to notice when his eyes
Promised me the stars.
I pretended not to notice the joy
Apparent in his eyes at the sight of
His child asleep next to me.I pretended not to notice when his eyes
Noticed someone else.

I pretended not to notice the
Disappointment in the eyes looking
Back at me from my mirror.

I pretended not to notice those eyes
Filled with tears.

I pretended not to notice…..

Because my
Soul could take no more.