MeMoRiEs Of GoA

Spirits were high & anxieties were erupting,
Volvo for GOA was dawdling and dawdling,
Finally Someone roared as volvo came outside the door.

T'was a lovely drizzling mornin' and our destination was closing in...
Someone puked,
Someone danced,
Someone whispered,
Someone clicked,
Some got drunk,
Someone banter,
but no offence it was all part of the floor.
There she (destination) came,
all sneaked out to enjoy the game....

Prevailing altercations, Mismatched actions & Belied planning were profound & howered all around,
But who cared as it was soon beheaded from the ground...

Secluded & crowded beaches,
Old & historical churches,
Long & ambient cruises,
Big and small markets,
Beers and fennies,
Shells & talismans,
Discotheques and Pubs,
last but not least BIKES & GYPSIES were on hunt ,
and we all managed to exlore them just like a savvy detective destroying a fuckin CUNT *** sowwie for being lil Obscene ***

A wide Expanse away from the cocophony of daily humdrum life was a heaven caricature,
and it was the best way to enjoy our mother nature...

The cloudy evening was simply irresistable and the cold sand beneath our feet of calanghute & baga was simply commendable...

Beautiful Firangi's (foreigners) with their chillams (hash pipes) were scattered everywhere,
And the pole dance by an audacious bimbo in the discothque phunked with hearts then and there....

Then as darkness fell,
and homewards we walked...
The night all of a sudden,
Seemed quiet and tranquil...
Back to the humdrum routine we all came... in the hope we will definitly rock GOA AGAIN :D

***** CHEEEERS ****