Orange Are Dreams Poem by Rahul Rai

Orange are dreams
on their way to the meet stars.

Once upon I pounced upon
a brimming bowl of sweet cold milk and drained it
to its dying drops.

A time I sat my body
hugging the pillars of the courtyard:

the evening clouds
(blackening day) frightened me
but ran away.

And in my fear I ran my body
burrowing into my grandmother's lap.

I am calling the winds again today:

Come you back again.
Make me take me quiet walking
to silent suns so far:
atoms unchain, I you kiss -
the dark vast and glittering.

Sinews distort.
No stillness.

No more stay in your memories!

No more this pretty world!
no more grace to the dead and dissected.

Old dreams you take me with -
sundrop stars I see!