GOA

 

In Goa’s embrace, where the sun meets the sand,
The waves kiss the shore with a touch so grand.
The wind whispers secrets, a soft, gentle song,
But my senses are lost, where they don’t belong.

Blurry sight, and the smell slips away,
The sea’s salty breath I can’t quite relay.

The beaches are still, as the world holds its pace,
While I search for the spirit, in this sacred space.

The sun dances low, casting gold on the tide,
Yet inside me, a storm, where the senses reside.
The calm of the waves, the stillness, the sky,
But my soul seeks the truth, though I can’t say why.

In the heart of Goa, where the soul finds its way,
I wander in silence, as the world fades away.
The spirit of seeking, the quiet yet loud,
In the dance of the waves, I’m lost in the crowd.

As the sun dips low, its fire fades to brown,
The moon rises high, casting silver all around.
The beach, bathed in light, a quiet, sacred sight,
A walk only remembered by those who walk it that night.