Poems by Rita Malhotra Dr

Untitled Minimalist

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Every thought belongs to the fragrance
Of the yellow-white blossom in my vase
Every gaze to its feminine grace
Nights only find the scent of love
In the interlude of dreams
I shall never sell the stars again.

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Surrender

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Holding rusted memories
In my palm, I look into
The mirror of my poems
The mirror smiles away my lament

A second look
Into the mirror and
I smile away the mirror’s lament,
Of time racing past
Leaving only a barren trail behind

I, my poem and a new emerging I
Now grief, solace and strength
Resume our search
For a slice of happiness
Only to dissolve
In the flow of life
Alongside barren lands

A thousand moons hence
We continue to remain
The progeny of time

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The soul discovers its eternity

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

In continuous thoughts
The mind becomes an opaque screen
Imprisoned in the world of shapes, of forms
Else it’s engaged in the consciousness of
The unmanifested, the beyond
But
In walking with nature
My mind honours that rapturous realm
Absorbed to the brim
Leaving no space for its mental habit
Of labeling

A tranquil wave of freedom sweeps over me
Stillness echoes laughter of the winds
Silence screams ecstasy
To the grace of the mighty mountains

In a glorious burst of white
The sun-kissing peaks reflect expressive colours
The mind’s eye moves across
The compelling canvas
To suit its parameters of art and beauty

The walk with nature continues

In the immeasurable, infinite umbrella of blue
The upward gaze connects
With diverse philosophical strands

The silent core of the being
Discovers romance
In penning these lines and
Bows its head to the elements
Earth, water, air, fire and space
Symbols of birth, re-birth, life, death
Nostalgia and joy

The soul in its metaphorical journey of love
Discovers its own eternity.

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Shiva’s silence

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Shiva’s silence?
Noon image
Futility of a clinging sun
On the breast of a shamed, helpless sky
The exquisite architecture
Of the Kedarnath Shrine
Tracing centuries of mythology
Warms to yellow
Yet we hear no echo that recalls rhythms of life

Shiva, the bestower of longevity
Trapped the descending Ganges in his hair
Absorbing her fall
Yet today, he thrust the Mandakini down from the
High trapeze of ruthless glaciers
Washing villages off the map
Dragging scarlet remains
Of annihilated beings
That belong to the river now.

Shiva played the conventional destroyer
Oblivious to the difference between
Beautiful and ugly
Between man and ghost
Between life and death
He watched the tandav of nature
As the debris at the temple threshold
Gathered heaps of bones, bodies and
Vestiges of life
Are these merely cultural delusions
For Shiva the supreme hermit?

A vertiginous night descends
Sad lights on the mountain scape
Rise out of blackened waters
The cadence of darkness is mine alone today
I sit to write the countless forgotten names
In my remembrance diary
Uncertain thoughts ask of the
Lone survivor – the shiv-linga*
Why is life so short
Why is death so long?

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On Canvas

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

On black canvas
larger and deeper
than its geometric measure
she lights the stars
one by one
paths of light and dark
cross in much more
than time and space

On the lighted canvas
she joins broken pieces
of horizon
to shut the reckless sun
from inflicting more wounds
on earth’s flesh

On canvas
in her journey
of self-discovery
through absent colours of love
she splashes darkness with
multi-dimensional hues
dark now emerges
as a source of light
she embarks upon her journey
towards the absolute
seeking Moksha
seeking redemption.

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Death is lighter than life

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life

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Death is lighter than life

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Death is lighter than life
Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time.

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life.

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Pain

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

PAIN
Mask of night
Threads of darkness
Crisscrossed on
The mind’s canvas
Fragments of memory
From distant yesterdays
Return, truth laden
Pain laden
Temple flowers wither.

DESIRE
Deluging desire waits
In shadows of a smile
Beginning-less, endless
Disquieting beauty, angelic
Lilac skin
Fragility of butterfly wings
She is darkness for you
To sprawl upon
Waiting for
The not yet born kiss

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Gangrape

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Dumbstruck time
Stands motionless
Head hung in shame

Broken thoughts fragment
The child-woman’s dreams
Dreams woven across time
Since the first stirrings of passion
When love’s frenzied pulse-beats
Went racing through her being
Disbelief breeds in the
Blood-soaked sheet
Evil lurks in every drop of air
Howling winds pound on
The lone window-pane
Hailstones rain ruthless

As dead dreams fall heavy on her
She staggers out in tatters
Bruised breasts smell of raw flesh
The soul weeps in the ashes
Of burnt apparels of dignity

A feeble futile attempt
To unwrite the story fails
Time stands stone-still
Echoes of dry dreams
Haunt uncertain metaphors
Of still-born tomorrows

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Chrysanthemums

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

We were brought up
By the rule book
That spelt love for us daughters
As immoral, infidel,
Masked, contagious
Dreams were cached
Within constrained confines
The self remained dwarfed-
Bonsai like
Unable to reach beyond its grasp
But a moment of wild defiance
Unleashed a tempestuous will
To self-expression
I followed love’s trail
Scanning the horizon of darkness
To arrive at the moonlit patch
Of a perplexed night-
A night that witnessed
Love’s intimate dance
In the sensual celebration of
Intimacy between
Soul, mind and body

With the first footfall of dawn
I tore all pages
Of the book of norms
Made paper-flowers out of them
This morning they have metamorphosed
Into golden-orange chrysanthemums.

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Chrysanthemums

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

We were brought up
By the rule book
That spelt love for us daughters
As immoral, infidel,
Masked, contagious
Dreams were cached
Within constrained confines
The self remained dwarfed-
Bonsai like
Unable to reach beyond its grasp
But a moment of wild defiance
Unleashed a tempestuous will
To self-expression
I followed love’s trail
Scanning the horizon of darkness
To arrive at the moonlit patch
Of a perplexed night-
A night that witnessed
Love’s intimate dance
In the sensual celebration of
Intimacy between
Soul, mind and body
With the first footfall of dawn
I tore all pages
Of the book of norms
Made paper-flowers out of them
This morning they have metamorphosed
Into golden-orange chrysanthemums.

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Diamond

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Her heart leaps as she
drinks it’s beauty
and burns with desire
in it’s reflected firelight.
The belief that the gift of
a diamond perpetuates
love, adorns her face with
a complete smile.
It’s overpowering presence
on her ring-finger lends a
new definition to her and
splashes her with
colours of romance…

But, thoughts soon turn to
the street-child’s begging bowl:
his diamond is a single coin
dropped into it;
to a mother cradling the
infant in her arms:
her diamond is a smile adding
sparkle to the baby’s eyes;
to the terminally sick man
on his hospital bed:
his diamonds are the doctor’s
reassuring words;
for them the diamond on
a finger ring is just
plain carbon, no different
from the roadside charcoal
she smiles in realisation
that happiness is perhaps
the only real diamond…

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Misplaced Love

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

He was so there
like an overpowering presence
sprinkling colours of romance
from eyes that were an uproar of love…

Calm comfortable contentment
was hers.
She basked in the warmth
of his embrace.
Their arrested gazes
and lips that
spelt a thousand promises
caressed her like a trickle
of warm summer rain.
She remained secure in the
strength of his desire
like an infant in it’s
mother’s arms…

But today her self worth
is assaulted;
she carries the weight of
knowing that he was never hers.
Love was just a game of time,
a one dimensional reality.

The countless islands of her mind
resolutely prepare to face
the flood of raw tears
the torments of memory
the storm of anguish…
They are petrified by
the terror of love…

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