Fears are snowballs gathering fears
if we forsake and hunch our shrugs,
cannot caring less to the sun and
the seasons we are made and no more
belong to our eyes and tears and bondage
we are no more fears
these are sadly times
we walk across the Strand and
the lights are winter, in a haze of pastness
of being just the two of us alone
on wild seas twisting and belching
the pastness and passions
of so many empty hours
blabbering together
finding lost horizons and temple saris
Chamba hankies
lost on us, our memories
traditionally yours, forever