“The Second Unreal”

Night is a tree
whose shad­ow is preva­lent over the whole city.
Why is it so allur­ing
This track…leading to the val­ley of gold­en sun
where the snails of our inno­cent dreams sleep under the stones
and will awak­en at the first sligh­est touch.
Which is the day that has the gar­den of light in it
where our laugh­ter is hung like kach­naar buds
vio­let and white in colour.
What is hid­den under the deep waters of the lake
from which our new­ly bathed souls will emerge
singing a duet
hith­er­to for­bid­den
by the gods.