a blue glass marble slips from light~
a wandering bright, a small delight
that rolls beyond the day's soft sight;
its quiet arch completes the night.
Life slips away.
I slip away, too.
I draw a dark curtain,
For my daughter and my son.
I make my final confession:
"I am sorry."
"Eat this roasted meat!"
"Hurry."
"Dad," "I love you."
In the fleeting taste of heaven found in prayer,
A war unknown to us
Turned us into final ashes.
My daughter,
My homeland,
And I—
"You no longer survive on this Earth.
Where are you, you ask?
Open your eyes, and you see;
Close your eyes, and you see nothing more.
You can be neither zero nor one."
"You are a wanderer, drifting through the distant cosmos!"
He wandered away from troubles
but he never gets tired of solving
whatever he does…
always with heart and soul.
He stayed strong through many hardships.
Whoever tries to strike him down,
he still rises without holding back.
He keeps walking--
even when the road is not easy today too.
This Week's Poetry Challenge: Exactly 50 Words
Write a poem using exactly 50 words.
Challenge Dates: July 27, 2026 - August 2, 2026.
Upon the midnight moor I roam,
beneath the stormy sky;
a black cat sings a sorrowful tune,
where restless shadows fly.
He prowls along the ancient way,
with tales of grief and flame;
a rogue of claw and velvet coat,
who bears a haunted name.
The old trail calls across the vale,
the thunder rolls afar;
his song rides wild through every gale,
beneath a broken star.
He tells of ships and savage seas,
of battles lost and won;
of wanderers who chased the dawn,
then vanished from the sun.
The hunter hears the midnight song,
and halts beside the heath;
for legends born in darkest hours
hold secrets underneath.
The black cat cries a rebel hymn,
a ballad fierce and free;
a lonely soul with burning pride,
beneath the ancient tree.
So raise your gaze, ye souls of grit,
who march through storm and rain;
for every heart may find a song
inside its deepest pain.
In awe-
a red-haired soldier
takes in the view,
unknown of his future fate.
He comes to Elbe Sandstone Mountains
for reflection, spiritual guidance
to connect with the natural world.
He is unaware
of what lies beneath the fog,
the jagged peaks of mountain
and the unforeseen challenges they set.
He stands in solemn beauty
gathering his thoughts,
that seem to change
as the fogs intenseness does to.
He keeps looking farther,
but the hauntingly beautiful landscape
creates more mystery then answers.
For the moon, rocks and ocean
flow together
like a mirror mirage across the fog.
And he wonders-
will the fog ever lift
like the uncertainties in his life?
I am the one who walks the sky unshod,
a wanderer stitched from wind and wish.
Rules fall from me like rain from a cloud~
I drift where thought becomes pearlized silver,
where the world grows soft around its edges,
and every dream becomes a road I can follow.
grey hush
wind’s crush
fog’s veil
hearts pale
black coat
lost note
thin light
love’s blight
back turned
flames burned
Always betrayal
Confused dishearted
Each fruitful goal
Have imbecile jabber knowledge
Loving miscreant
Never opulent
Progressive quarrels
Retaliate silly
Too unhappy
Vyingly wanders
Our paths are entwined with many challenges but the fool will be the wanderer who walks without their ancestral guidance that is waiting for them. Let the your path be on the road of ones that held onto your sanity and let those ancestral guidance be the guide. Walk proud fine your door that is open just for you to enter. Out of the mist and a confusing one you give you fools gold and you would be led to disaster but your destiny is the path already in your dreams. Don't walk away don't be distracted by foolish ideas that is not you destiny, claim your path and find the road that leads you to destiny.
Journey Of Wanderer
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Where shadows dance,
I'll find my way there.
No maps to guide,
no signs to read,
Just the whisper wind,
and the stars' faint thread.
I'll walk the journey,
through dark and light,
To the place where
Dreams and fate
Entwine tight.
I 'll chase the fire
With every breath
And let go of doubts
That once did tire.
In twist and turn
I 'll find my way
Where shadows hide
And new dawns sway.
With every step
The path will reveal
The unknown destination
My heart will heal.
In the hush,I'll hear
The call of unknown
That beckons me to stand tall.
When I arrived
At the place I seek
I will find the answers
That my heart did speak.
Home
Home, coming, coming. Live to
Place to place, years and years
For. Never, never coming home
Home, always just coming for
Creating just past. From my life
Hmm. I am rich. I can remember
Wanderer's life can’t get a home
Wanderer’s life can’t get a family
Wanderer’s life can’t get a love
Hmm. Don’t need. Best this life
Be alone, live alone. It’s home
Pure life, separated existence
I am poor. In my dust. From that
My death is rich for hearts deads
Otherworldly, I waited for her. Dead
Die, just die if you stay. Place at
My heart. Yeah. Given to live to be
Drop mine. Live yours. Take styles
Take styles, do your kind, go far
I go, this is a fate, only mine. Bye
Bye. You can’t understand it
Never and never
My way, my path
Wanderer life
I will go
To your
Home
from far
It was the golden hour,
When he'd started afoot,
Through the long rows of maize,
Down the dirty red road.
It was when the winds blew south,
And the days were a little longer,
That he lifted his belongings of two,
And followed his broken compass.
It was when the ferryman hit the shore,
And the vendor sold the last of his little dolls,
He hummed the song of farewell,
And let his ragged slippers dig into the soil.
It was when the pyre had just cooled down,
And the lingering scent was still afresh back home,
Did he find his refuge in the homelessness,
When he found a home in all of nature around.
A single star,
a pinprick in the dark.
It doesn't shout, it never blares,
it simply hangs there knowing.
We look up lost
and in that silent knowing,
Find the will to steer.
#Please it's a Star/Steer poem
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Dust
forged by wind,
not roads—a cornflower blooms
in cracked asphalt, whispering move
Feet
never still—
electro fused to earth's pulse,
mapping constellations in mud
Sky
always vast—
horizon a blue promise
that tastes like rainwater and rust
Home
just a word—
sewn inside coat lining,
worn thin where the heart presses close
Alone
but not lost—
the moon knows his shadow
by name, calls him kin
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whispers carried on the wind,
a rustling of leaves,
a bird’s fleeting song~
all guiding me east, always east.
the soles of my boots,
worn thin,
mirror the thinning veil,
the one between here
and… elsewhere.
each sunrise brings a fresh baptism,
washing away the dust of doubt,
the clinging tendrils
of yesterday's fear.
I carry no map, only a compass
that spins wildly,
then stills,
pointing inward.
The light, they say,
is not a destination,
but a state of being,
a resonance within one’s soul.
so I wander, not lost, but guided,
by the echo of a forgotten prayer,
the promise of a light
that already knows me.
and with each step,
the distance dissolves,
and I am
closer to home.
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