1. The moon chases my dreams
by Mainak Bag
The moon chases my dreams
into the slanting shadows of night;
shadows where I become one with them.
There I listen to the tiptoe
of the bright red moon,
chasing my dreams.
The empty streets gush out
cold wind like dead blood
under the dark red eye.
Pale, torn papers fly like butchered,
broken sentences.
The night groans like remnants
of misunderstood words.
There is an impossible urge
within me to come out of the shadow
and show to my moon how white
my dreams are.
But from shadows to shadows I slither,
turning the inside black,
to save my dreams.