In a stormy wind

It was a stormy wind. It was just like I'm flying through the unknown paths in the sky

Thoughts seemed to be frozen by its mere power.

It was as if I'm about to see God,

like there is nothing called World,

like there is nothing called Me,

Just a feeling.

Goa Unearthed!

Goa Unearthed!

Through the fathomless feel of human pleasures

And the undefined sufferings of gruelling travel

Watching the unseen, feeling the unfelt

Along the unknown paths,

Among those crazy wanderings and the juvenile deeds

The hours in sea, exploring the right and wrong of boat ride,

The great morning walk, the awkward time on the lorry

The timely bus and the peaceful time on train,

All ending on a safe note with a rickshaw taking us back to our home

We made it...

We made it at last...an inimitable one for our life!