Or feet shall sink
Lost they will be
No trace or trail lasts in me
Water held in the bottle
tossed at me
Until it’s final release into air
How different are you oh human?
Water trapped in a form
Not to be one with me
Like the mirage sea
Waters of the sky shy away from my embrace
You slither away from my grip
Made serpentine by your machine
Lashing through my dunes
Tickling my dead grains
I exist on the side of which life is not
Oh animal live for just a moment here
Grasp at my dead sands oh creatures of water
Mark the paradox
Let the dead feel life
The desert changes you.
One finds nothing that shows life, making the scattered thorn bushes a phenomenon, inflating your sense of being alive larger than it could ever get.
Till you reach the cityscape – where dreams fueled by the very oils of the desert you just left behind- dwarfs your sense of purpose.
The city glistening like the crowning glory of the desert. A place where men adorned long traditional robes and women in trendy summer clothing.
My first visit to Dubai will always be etched in my memory as the world beyond the looking glass, a curiously happy contrast- In the stillness all moves in a flash and blurs into stillness again.