Sonata Of Sunset Swansong
At the fringe
of the twilight zone
the dwindling day
flushes halcyon horizon
with cinnabar sequins,
the sunset splendor
spins celestial strands
in the formless film
of cadenced cloud,
turning to cosmic violin,
r e v e r b e r a t i n g …
In the misty milepost
overtly ordained
at the finite fringe
of penultimate pathway
at nebulous periphery
of future obscure,
the twilight tune
resounds the requiem
for the forlorn being,
silhouetted still
against sundown skyline
of transient radiance,
discerning destined
in the cauldron of time
the final flash
of the demolished day,
d e c e a s i n g….
The twirling tapestry
of tempestuous suffering,
interlaced inherently
with the chalcedony clouds
of smarting storm,
ravages the unwary horizon,
transiently tranquil once,
marks the chameleon shift
of the concealed colors
of dormant desires
on the convoluted canvas,
lacerates the last corner
of the frail fresco
of the mystified mind,
c r u m b l i n g….
The deformed shards
of the splintered sky
swirl in squally pathos,
roll on the dismal waves
of curled-up desolate cloud,
the remnant patina
of sunflower sanguinity
still sparkle
in the departing flashes
of the sinking sun,
drowning the montage
of derelict memory,
compose the latent melody
of the unsung dreams
with the fossilized life’s
fading facsimile,
sequestered in spectral sonata
of sunset swansong,
r e s o n a t i n g ….
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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