Fading…

/ sangeeta_chakladar

I am fading, like the silk threads of a fraying old shawl,
I am fading, like the peeling paint on your backyard wall,
I am fading, like the fragile pages of an unopened book,
I am fading, like the folded maps of roads I never took.

I am fading, like the sounds of those long unheard voices,
I am fading, like the failures of my ruthless youthful choices,
I am fading, like the lone calendar hanging way past its date,
I am fading, like the wilting yellow grass under a trees shade.

I am fading, like my own shadow losing its way in the dark,
I am fading, like the painting, unframed and watermarked,
I am fading, like the crumbling sepia photos in an old album,
I am fading, like a childhood memory lost in lifes humdrum.

I am fading, like the hidden heart-beat of a first secret love,
I am fading, like the letters forgotten in the black trunk above,
I am fading, like the autumn leaf withering in winter’s slumber,
I am fading, like my reflection in a tarnished mirror, with  nothing left to forget or remember.

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