A diary after 4 years in Arabian Deserts

a diary after 4 years in arabian deserts……..

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I think I started liking this desert……

I always liked a portrait of a beautiful woman in Indian deserts. When I stare at desert horizons through the mesmerizing sand dunes, I think they attract me now. It resembles a painting which I lost some where around and in between the greeneries back home.

I never had a chance to appreciate the sensuousness of the beauty she had. Unintentionally I was pulled towards the wet, rainy, cool, green and fresh faces that surrounded me. A concept of desert, dryness in life, an uncertainty, monotone rhythms, a struggle for existence, a rush to live on all these ever did not come to my mind nor were they so appealing to me. Now having been forced to live here, a sort of attachment, a commitment has formed some where deep in my heart. Am I stepping close towards an illegal external affair to this desert? I never felt that, I am about to cheat on my greeneries behind that I loved to the most. I might have forgotten the correct picture or may be my grey cells are so weak to refresh and cherish the memories of those good old, youthful effervescences.

Some one said…

We lost the world we owned once…
We lost the gush of water streams we played with once
We lost the evenings; we lost the brown red roads.
We lost everything; sigh, sigh and sigh about the loss

No one said….nor ever noticed

The naked beauty of these curvy deserts…… may not be your first love but a sincere second affair…. But she never demands nor does she complain.



Good Night