as Sun kissed the sands and called it a day….

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sun stood still, innocently still
earth unfolded the drama

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

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

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sun stood still, innocently still
earth spinned a rhythmic soft sufi there
on its relentless serene voyage

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occasional winds whizzed in
spattering coppery sands amorously ….

I sat there on the ornated mound
drenched in bronzen shimmer, inhaling desert sands
as she gently pulled the blanket over

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Un’desert’ed!

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!

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!

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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!

silence gathered around
summoned by the desert
I sat there …. amidst the sea of sands
on the ornated mound

inhaling silence
engulfing serenity
game to be carried as wind fancies
sands moved
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!

Miles to tread, Heights to mount

Wadi Shab, Sultanate of Oman

Tall mountains invited with arms wide open. Palm trees at the entrance, tall yet puny, planted with care here and there added a twist of pride .. a dash of warmth! Mountains adorned richly by natural carvings spoke of the craving stories whispered by winds. Skies above wore shades of blue and stood unblemished, unornated! Waters below wore the color of turquoise, inviting, ever enticing yet intimidating! The journey looked long and luring and I moved ahead.. past the gravel-strewn path at the entryway and further ahead tickled by the tricky play of desert sands beneath!

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 Mountains Tall, Waters Fresh

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Tall mountains, deep ravines, pristine stream flowing in between,
the twinkling clear water inviting a deep plunge,
Carved rocky alleys, caved hide outs and the tempting desire paths,
warm sun and the wandering shadows…
endearing bright light and the engulfing darkness…
the vastness, the hugeness, the calmness…
cannot express enough the ecstasy, the euphoria
standing juxtaposed to everything huge, everything unique!

Pics clicked @ Wadi Shab, September 2015