Shining stones, unturned for centuries
twists fixed parts
heads out of the waters to a malformed world.
same as the time without civilizations;
a respite for the unspoken lives
returning from hibernation.
Stuck in the roots and underground currents,
feetless stones budge
devoid of significance.
Bikers and drivers race beside the sturdy highway-
eyes and head fixed in fashion
minds gripped in hard beating headphones.
A bellowing cow shaking its horns,
restless on its feet
breaks the vision of a tourist
the witness to the picture driven story
as buffalos move out of the ancient stones
and trembling waters.