It 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
7 comments:
I really really enjoyed this - thank you for sharing
that was deep..i like it, love the photo too..:)
took me back to when i smoked...great word play...great read...thanks for sharing with osw...pete
smoky death... nice write! Enjoyed the read.
Great use of the photo from, which seems like a launching pad for your poetry. Very well done. Enjoyed reading it.
Dear Wanderer
Its very interesting piece... I enjoyed it so much. Thanks for sharing...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Intense, intriguing stuff. Good work!
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