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

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.

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

Forward

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

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