Orange Dreams...

From the deep wells of my mind,
to the dark room with the blinds,
the thoughts and the tangerines,
play a song of orange dreams...

With the crimson of the fruit,
and the blackness of my hoof,
the thoughts and the tangerines,
play the melody of orange dreams...

The guitar lay covered,
the webs and dust on top, showered...

The strings of my fingers' music,
lay, rusted and I, feeling sick...

Here I lay wondering,
if the Hula hoops were barbed rings...
And here I lay half asleep,
awake, yet to take a leap...

You see, I said,
the thoughts and the tangerines,
keep playing a song,
the tune from the orange dreams...

And here I lay half asleep,
awake and wondering what to play,
song for the dungeons, or the mind's keep...

But then again,
the thoughts and the tangerines,
I hear them play,
this song from the orange dreams...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju