Back & forward

To my dear Marina for all the best that we have shared.



Pale early brightness, 
Veiled opalescent symphony 
      in grey tones 
Dancing amidst twinkling sparkles.
   Far-away sounds go 
      Quiet and soft with a fluffy,
Paintbrush silhouetted.

Deep in the festive rejoicing. 
   neither urgencies 
      nor reckonings,
I can draw the blinds 
   at sunshine.

Streets lacking of today;
They’re these and those, 
   at once,
Trodden upon everyone  
        and 
Shreds of themselves.

Because journey and traveller 
Emerge with the day, 
   confused amidst  
      the shuffling around 
Of revived vestiges.

Usurer of those occasions  
That I once shared with you, 
   I smile: 
      thy, who
I thought to see, 
      thy, who
            is yet to leave.





London, December 2010. On me way from Heathrow to Blyte Rd.