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."