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...

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

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Tale of Footprints


Left on the wake

Of dawn...

These were not washed

The waves have not erased
Their presence.

Where the owner

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Walk with me

Walk with me
Till the raindrops
Touch our feet.

Walk with me
Till my silence
feel your words.

Walk with me
Till the roads 

Walk with me
Till I 
Forget those 
Painful moments.

Walk with me
For I need you
By my side.

While I stand
Facing the ocean
While I watch 
The sun 
Closing the day
While I wait 
For the night.
To steal me away...
Walk with me...

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Friday, June 11, 2010



The more I recall
The more it pains
The gushing winds
The falling leaves
The parting soul
The visible darkness
The lovely shadow
Still remains...
Words would never fill the gap
Tears would never call him back
Sighs would moan the moments-
Perhaps, lost in the ocean of love.

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

So little time…

lttle tymIt is burning out,
The blue hue,
That hold the songs of life,
The power of knowledge,
And the smokey death,
The filter,
What filters
My hopes or agonies,
My joy or pain,
The yellow helium
Proves nothing more,
Nothing apart from
The strange delirium,
The late night trace,
I keep suffering from.

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Friday, April 23, 2010

After a long time

After a long time I sat down to do some work on graphical designing. Though the thoughts were a bit rusty but I managed to pull off this one. Here is what Wanderer wrote after seeing the picture :

You blew the wind
Onto my sail....

The river gurgling
Into the sea
In the distance...
A song in my lips...

To company
My beating heart...

The grass beds
Along the shores
Sway their head.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Leap of Joy


I do know
That you are here
But only for moments.

I do know
That you will leave
That moment
I touch you

But still
Each time
That you come
And touch the shore

Each time will
I leap in ecstasy

Shredding my binds,
Forgetting the stigmas
Will I rejoice
Will I celebrate
with the leap of joy.

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra

Monday, April 5, 2010

She Walks in Beauty…

Yes she walks in beauty,
And the rays salute her grace,
The waves wipe of the sand
Below her feet
She walking with grace,
Closing an old book
Behind her
Opening a new chapter
Ahead of her
She walks in grace
By the blazing sun.

Words by : Wanderer
Picture by : Aritra