Gaja: The Visibly Invisible | Geethanjali Bhas

They gaze at the blazing sun

Winged elephants

Defiant in fullness

Heart-born

of poets anonymous

Who chisel and carve their

symphony

To permeate the wheel of time

Burnished pullulations

of nectarine

Across a parched earthy vastness

Rise in reverence

To question an ancient stream

Lost in its reverie of laughter and

tears

Sharp footsteps , nearly there

Flutter on the cadence of shadows

When someone tries to escape

From the grid of their thoughts

Far away

A crimson halo

Lurks around a cauldron

Simmering in silence

in its niche

Unattended

To swell over

And embrace the ashes beneath

There in deep dungeons

Murmuring variegations

of mouldy belief

Cocoons glitter

in somniferous zest

Falling then, now rising again

Faint pulses of an epic conquest

They gaze at the blazing sun

Winged elephants defiant in fullness

Heart-born of poets anonymous

Who chisel and carve their symphony

To permeate the wheel of time

Burnished nectarine pullulates

Across a parched earthy vastness

To question an ancient stream

Lost in its reverie of laughter and tears

Sharp footsteps , nearly there

Flutter on the cadence of shadows

When someone tries to escape

From the grid of their thoughts

Far away, a crimson halo

Lurks around a cauldron

Simmering in silence in its niche

Unattended to swell over

And embrace the ashes beneath

There in deep dungeons

Murmuring variegations of mouldy belief

Cocoons glitter in somniferous zest

Falling then, now rising again

Faint pulses of an epic conquest