There was a time when silence deafened my ears – that was in childhood – I was so seasoned to sounds of city traffic that its absence triggered disillusionment and deafness for a short span. It happened every time I reached my Grandmom’s home for summer vacations. Her home was in the interiors of a village blanketed by tall areca palms, coconuts, scented jack, nutmeg and sumptuous mango trees. It looked as if earthy maiden sprawled herself leisurely and reclined quietly for an unending siesta there! There was nothing but silence, voiceless winds, noiseless rustles, less talkative birds and homes that stood forlornly solitary and far apart ….and then I longed to go back to the city!
We visited Sharqiah sands in Oman recently for night stay there. It’s a desert that’s quite old by age – probably one amidst a very few places on earth much less abused by humankind! The sands looked untainted, free and quiet. There was nothing but serenity and silence everywhere. There was stillness, there was life ….. and I sank in the freedom there!
can look as smooth and blemishless Do you the small track left there by a small someone?
I realize I love silence more now….sounds and soundlessness of nature make me more comfortable these days!
This is one hike up and down I ventured without me bothering anxiety or anxiety bothering me! I felt safe somehow – desert sands will never desert me – she lies there arms stretched far and wide to hold me in fold if I slip, carefully, as best as a mother could!
It’s probably the sea that sands were once part of that made them free and move rhythmically calm!
I left behind giant footsteps…to be covered soon leaving no trace!
Lives many there are – desert it may be but never undeserted!
No, it’s not Martian lands……its just my giant steps on the gravel sands there!
It stands tall in its humility, tolerance and patience!
silence gathered around
summoned by the desert
I sat there …. amidst the sea of sands
on the ornated mound
game to be carried as wind fancies
cuddling and caressing the sands beneath
soaring a wee above
for a soft sufi spin there
for the joy of freedom
for the joy of life
all to become one with the sands beneath!
To be the desert – to be untaut, to be unbound, to let the winds play tunes, play patterns, to be vast, to be open, to just be!