And yet

And yet wanderlusting still the twisted turns

That weave the magic of this city and life

Beseeching the dank walls of dingy lanes

And greasy plates after dinner parties

In the grey half-light of a friendly dawn -

Still seeking the remains of half-smiles

And silent screams never laughed out loud

Or piled like logs on dreary evenings. alone.

With that sparkling yet faraway look about dark eyes

that makes you think of oceans and swift-falling dusks

and poems by TS Eliot or Dylan at his most melancholy.

"Coffee chhara shunyo laage."