Sitting on golden sand dunes at Osiya in Thar,
To watch the Sun set, we eagerly waited for an hour.
Camel humps, clumps of dry grass, thorny stumps,
Goatherds on their way back to the cluster of huts.
Caravans, jeep safari, local children watching keenly,
As first time travellers exclaim on seeing the beauty
Of sand dunes – a sea of endless patterns, beneath the sky;
One is simply stunned into silence after the first joyous cry.
Half-moon poised in the sky, gazing steadily at the Sun,
As it poured bubbly champagne to quench our thirst.
Spellbound, I watched as if by a stroke of magic,
The stark landscape turned into a bed of desert roses,
In hues that would make a gardener chuckle in delight.
I just couldn’t believe what I saw with my naked eyes.
Gold, amber, saffron, fuchsia and syrup of strawberries;
Sun teased, as if saying the banquet is over, now I must scurry.
Soon Sun ducked, was swallowed by the far off horizon.
I let out a sigh, as my hand fell on a stump of spiky shrub.
I always maintained I loved seaside and scent of pines.
Now, my freewheeling spirit wants to join a local tribe.
There was something about the barren, arid landscape,
That made me feel I was with one without pretense.
As long held tears fell on the luminous grains of sand,
It didn’t cringe, comforted me with total acceptance.
As dusk dropped its drapes, it became eerie and bleak,
The guide beckoned, I shivered and climbed into the jeep.
Is it true, the universe does know our deep longings,
Why would I be here in the desert with few trappings...?
The accumulation of windblown sand marks the beginning of one of nature's most interesting and beautiful phenomena. Sand dunes occur throughout the world, from coastal and lakeshore plains to arid desert regions. In addition to the remarkable structure and patterns of sand dunes, they also provide habitats for a variety of life which is marvelously adapted to this unique environment. Picturesque dunes against a sky of blue or a full moon