Sand dunes.

Living in the desert is not fun. You should be prepared for the unexpected.So is living with an emotional being...Iam an ardent admirer of deserts.She cherishes rarity.The desert looks so grey and silent, but it is so dynamic.Its so receptive to changes, that even an invisible breeze can alter her being.

Iam a desert in the hot Pacific
I need not need a name specific
I lay here stretched all the time
Drenched in sweat, sand and slime

I was lonely,sad and stiff
and the world around me so deaf
On a passive day he came
and since then my life isn't the same

So there came this wild breeze carrying fragnances from distant lands and places, who had a lot to share.The breeze was so agile and charming that the desert fell
head over heels in love with him.As moments shed their flaky petals away, the breeze turned into a mighty wind and started blowing the song of love.The desert danced to his tune with cold creeps rising on her body..
He roared over her curves and there arose petit sand dunes.The wind became more fierce and the dunes grew bigger and bigger.The desert was writhing in pain. She was shocked at the reality that the silent breeze has transformed into a monster.she watched helplesslessly over the tornado now creating multitude of whirwinds above the desert bed .And as the warm dust devil became tired ,it grew lighter and started floating away from the desert. The debris he let loose gradually settled down on her breasts.
The desert stay still with a nostalgic air of silence hovering over the dunes.Then a smile of contentment spread over her face as she looked at the magnificient dunes . She closed her eyes cherishing the memoirs and savouring them...