When sun kissed the sands and called it a day….

There is something compelling about the Sharqiah sands, perhaps it’s the emptiness ……or perhaps the fullness…may be its the vastness that stretched far wide to the horizon…or perhaps it’s the color – rich coppery redness splashed athwart playfully by generous someone! ….whatever it be…. found myself mesmerized, enthralled and subdued every time we visited there.

clouds crowded thither….
a mob of fanatic followers there…..
stifling those jubilant red, yellow & orange afar..
for a crepuscular splendor magical

occasional winds whizzed in
spattering coppery sands amorously

wind’s scripts tiptoed sinuously 
weaving a layered ornamentation
for the coppered robe earth wore this side.

Sun & earth spinned on…
an unwavering rhythmic sufi….
on a relentless serene voyage….

and I  sat there on the ornated dais…
drenched in bronzen shimmer…
inhaling desert sands as she 
gently pulled the blanket over….