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...

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


Anonymous said...

I really really enjoyed this - thank you for sharing

Desert Rose said...

that was deep..i like it, love the photo too..:)

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers and Artists said...

took me back to when i smoked...great word play...great read...thanks for sharing with osw...pete

Helena Malheur said...

smoky death... nice write! Enjoyed the read.

dustus said...

Great use of the photo from, which seems like a launching pad for your poetry. Very well done. Enjoyed reading it.

Shashi said...

Dear Wanderer
Its very interesting piece... I enjoyed it so much. Thanks for sharing...

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Steve said...

Intense, intriguing stuff. Good work!