Convergence Of Memory Spectrum
Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.
Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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