Blurred Lines Poem by rita malhotra

today i can only pen silence
as our poet-mate steps into
the oblivion of ethereal eternity
time stands stone- still
myriad thoughts unfurl
and float in through flakes of
reminiscences
to fill sad, empty spaces of reality
between sun and anti-sun
between moon and anti-moon
with everlasting, remembrance lines.

nature's metaphysical canvas, captures
the guardian angel's broken wing
devastated hibiscus blooms, collapse
like soap bubbles
notes of Beethoven's moving symphony
the funeral cantata, drift in with
the sensed, yet hardly-felt, stoic breeze

in the chorus of a thousand prayers
a million memories in poetic drape
rise to moist, tranquil eyes
then diffuse into the purple brilliance
of a peaceful, new awakening
a timeless awakening
for the imperishable soul.