The desert’s silence held ancient whispers that were barely heard

By those who got there, going through the desert

Walking slowly, breathing heavily, barely able to just function

Collapses to the sandy ground

On his knees and hands, trembling, struggling to move

Panthing, sweating, crying from the intense heat

That the desert was squandering him with

He dropped himself to the ground, feeling the...

Your footprints, lost traveler, are no longer yours.

They belong now to the deep of my dry heart,

A remembrance of your courage,

A prove of my love.

Your story, lost traveler, it’s so similar to mine,

I could recite its ending like a poem

And, yet, you’re still believing you’re the one

To change history.

Your tears, lost traveler, open gates in time

Through ancient ages, I collect them all!

For ...

The desert held hidden secrets,

Beneath its sands so dry,

A whisper of forgotten winds

That brushed the endless sky.

In dunes of gold and ochre red,

Where sun and shadow play,

The tales of ancient wanderers

In silence gently lay.

Beneath the heat, the scorpions

Would dance in moonlit light,

Guardians of the stories kept

In the solitude of night.

The cactus bloomed in twi...

There are those who wandered me endlessly, And those that searched me aimlessly.

Kings rose and fell amidst my body,

And queens cursed my cruelty.

There are cities within and beside,

Raised in vanity despite me.

Whipped by the winds,

I howl from the wounding.

I am renewed by the sun,

Diminished by its reflection.

All that I am is ashes,

Deserted by time.

I was alone until they came,

Wra...

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers,

Endless dunes contain darkest memories,

Trapped behind a veil of mist-bound sisters

A sand whipped escape of extremities.

Stone faced obelisks guarding cruel secrets,

A network of clandestine forgotten,

Feet fall oblivious and unfrequent,

Voices muted by sands misbegotten.

Fire remains on the backs of travellers,

Transporting spices to brighten feastin...

She’s cold and barren

Blinding snow blankets her land

It swirls and screams therein

The silence takes her hand

The desert’s silence held ancient whispers

Of times that have elapsed

Now I must journey hither

And add my own voice to the past...

A sinister blow awashes the sand,

her howling gale socks me off my feet,

searing granuals cling to my glassy eyes,

tailoring a new gritty - hot - layer of sclera.

Her desolate palm lifts me up,

I rise with the heat,

to meet her harsh gaze,

beaming on my fast wilting flesh.

She cackles at me like a Jeep.

But I'm too high up now to leap.

I was urged to beware her dire exhale.

Not to get caught...

Feel the sand

In between my toes

“Are you sure

Are you ready?”

No, I’ll never be

But my history

Is not going to distored

Due to myself

Read the hieroglyphics

“Tell my story”

With the pain

And your stains

I tell my epic

For my mom

My grandma

My ancestors

Who couldn’t

So with all due respect

Stop ignoring hieroglyphics

And I hope you’re miserable

Why?

Because you made mine...

Sometimes I wish to return

To the desert valleys

Of the dry heat

That is Central Arizona

As a young child

Going somewhere new

From the gloomy east

To the evershining west

Living in the eye

The eye of red mountains

Rocky formations

That danced, a sight to see

All the weekends

I stared at red skies

And the Skies stared back at me

As I wondered, what I was

Were they speaking to me maybe?

Foolish ...

The desert silence held ancient whispers…

The sound of the wind brushing over the sand…

Pulling the grains above the warm earth…

They pierce the plants that rise above eye level…

Filling the air with a symphony of swishing and pitter patters…

The lonely cry of a lonely coyote calling for its long lost mate joins the canopy…

The swish of a wing rises to join the growing noise…

A slither of a king c...