Recall

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

So little time…

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