Wednesday, August 20, 2008

GOA-THE WEATHER, THE WAVES AND THE WARMTH


Rain lover, beach lover, insect lover, they’re all here,
Small roads, long rides, no traffic, no cacophony you’ll hear.

Old buildings soaked in time, with a story to narrate,
Of an era gone-by, of people who did stand and wait.

Narrow lanes, leading into the waters, pure riverbanks, virgin shores,
Calm waves, soft ripples, sand between your toes,

Enigmatic, yet quaint; so delightfully secure,
You can try as hard as you want, you can’t escape the lure.

Of sunrises you wouldn’t ever dream of,
Of the most glowing sunsets, leaving you in awe.

A malady when you arrive, a drug when you leave,
A cure for the broken heart, a soft touch when you grieve.

Goa’s all that, yet so much more,
Obvious yet oblivious, awake to the present, yet glowing in the look it once wore.

Growing on you, deceiving you all along,
Till you forget where you came from and begin to belong.

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