A Vagabond and A Wizard

When a wandering wizard, chanced upon the Random Paths of a vagabond, thoughts overlapped. For, the wizard could work upon the wheel of words and the vagabond spoke through potent images. Did life stand still when the two exchanged their first greetings? We don't think so, for both joined in a quest of wielding images and powerful thoughts. This blog is a portrait of such efforts...

Monday, March 7, 2011

Mon Kamon Kora Somoy – Timeless Missing



Part 1

You pattered against
My drenched window seal,
I watched you
Touching the glass,
With a silent clang,
And then
Move down
Breaking and joining
The others
The little thin streams
That collected
Into  little puddle
On the other side

You have been knocking
At my window since dawn

I have been watching your every move,
Tracing your path with my
Shy yet determined fingers,
Sometimes watching
You getting gathered
Into confident droplets
You pattered ceaseless
As I watched you
From the other side.


Part 2

I recall your smile
Among the patterns made
By those raindrops
On the other side of my
Close window.
I recall
How your wet hair
Laid carelessly
Over your shoulders
After that refreshing bath
I recall how soft yet delightful
Your long fingers
Could draw sensations
Over me

But the raindrops and the little streams
That keeps following
Alone the window pane
Is tortuously quiet
It never breathes
Like you do
Over my ears
It never giggles
Even when the lightening strikes
The clouds grumble
Like you do
After my attempts
To make a joke

Raining for a while now,
Raining on, reminding
Me of moments shared
I miss you, beside
My empty self.


Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Causalities – a take on time


A heart beat matching
The ticking clock.
Events unfolding behind.
The rhyme remembers
The pace.
The self fails to.
It is past.
It is a factual part of history.
The ticking watch
Beats around...
The beating heart
Fails to.

Time has various facets, some are joyous, some morose...sometimes busy, sometimes lazy... sometimes sunny and sometimes rain-drenched...sometimes it is vibrant with festivities--and at times it brings boredom of loneliness.

Dear  reader coming your way is a series of our offerings on time called SHOMOY - the moments. SHOMOY is a Bengali word meaning time. Here we depict the different faces of time through our painted words and written images. So watch out for

SHOMOY - the moments

Signing off... ARiTRA :)

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Destination Unknown

IMG_0105Destination unknown
A feathered cap
A weathered coat
A pair of spirited shoes
Tell the tale of my look.
My eyes are stained
My glasses crude.
A happy tune
Upon my mouth
I am walking down
That bending road
The "t" post gestures
A hearty salute
A sultry breeze
Flutter about

Who walks ahead
Who walk ahead
My mind repeats
What meets the eyes
Distant footfalls
Beckon me on-
Walk fast
Oh! jolly go walker
Catch up fast!!!


Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Markings on a Drenched Leaf

An ancient tale written across a little leaf
Settled for a few moments,
Waiting for the stream to move it further,
Carrying away the unfinished tale...

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Friday, August 27, 2010

Her Anklets Whisper

Her anklets whisper
To the nearby grass blades,
The reclining sun
Will come again
The day might be
Drawing close
The evening 
Might soothe
Her soul
But she is waiting
For the new day
To come 
To hold her close
To tell her
"Your anklets
Told me,
You were here

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Friday, August 20, 2010


Will there be a day?

When I will
Let you blindfold me,
Then hold my hand,
And take me
Far away...

With my eyes closed
I might fall,
Get lost
In the jostling crowd about.
But you will be around.
holding my stand,
Leading the path.
Letting me only hear.
I might struggle
I might get frightened...
Yet, you will
Never let go of me.
Patiently explain...
There is nothing to fear.
Nothing to feel threatened of.

Lead me out of the mayhem.
Lead me "not to the stars."
But to a place quiet.
Where I can breathe.

I will feel
The sea breeze.
Feel the waves...
Touching my feet.
Feel the soft evening
Over my face.
And slowly slip away.
Into a comforting slumber.

Will there be
Such a day?

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra