Avjo

memories,like a jar full of fireflies

Embroidered tales and canvas skies

Rabari women wearing the veil of night,

metaphors, pictures and keepsakes cant describe

the joy of getting lost in the simplicity of life

drenched in colour, smell, taste and sound

soaked in the love all around

Moondrunk Winds that tickled my skin.

half cup chai with the smell of smoke within 

myths were broken

moments shared

we gathered by night

as sufi singers sang Kabirs delight

a mix of Hindi, Kutchi, Gujrati, Sindhi as they narrate

its not difficult to translate

as I smile at them, they smile back in the same language

Bandhani, trinklets, jutis and mirrors

shimmering like stars

lost in the chaos of the bustling bazaars,

I soak in the colourfull sight

I wander and wander to my hearts delight

wide eyed and disappointing sighs

tales of melancholy muses

sights of neglected treasures and ochre ruins

Silent desert, never-ending roads,sandy breeze and daytime dreams

Time flies by

teary eyes and happy goodbyes

avjo,my friends

we will meet again

Kutch, Gujrat.