Tajmahal By Night Poem by rita malhotra

Tajmahal by night

A stir a shift, a feeble tug
wing flutters within
a note, a tune, a symphony
an echo of love within

I commune with the past
history complies
love's frantic pulse
races past
the throbbing confident
moon-blessed marble
the motif magic
splashes plural colours
on the canvas of thoughts
desire floats anew

eyes behold the smiling stars
tears of ecstasy mingle with
golden silver showers
time watches in wordless wonder
as love-birds on silver wings
reach pinnacles of rapture

dawn descends smiling shy
to lift the love-lorn mist
to rock the radiant dew
across miles of buried memories
I traverse endless boundaries of
cherished passion
as death continues to celebrate
the continuity of life
continuity of love.