four water signs
could-be-classmates
the broken glass
dylan
soapy water
strawberry
maathe
geri
bees' knees
opinhal
kings beer black label
johnny
carnival
old monk neat
port wine number seven
paolo
probaashi
patrao
walk to madhrem
shiva
flower girls
you're so cute
bent trees
shubir
gujjus at bagha
a museum robbed
a rebelo ancestor
st. francis xavier
eighteen june road
tea market
watering hole
ram manohar lohiya
sweet water lake
sausages
sorted-out-worries
sufjan stevens
sreyashi
proshant
shubhra
runcil
sun
sand
sussegado
goa
could-be-classmates
the broken glass
dylan
soapy water
strawberry
maathe
geri
bees' knees
opinhal
kings beer black label
johnny
carnival
old monk neat
port wine number seven
paolo
probaashi
patrao
walk to madhrem
shiva
flower girls
you're so cute
bent trees
shubir
gujjus at bagha
a museum robbed
a rebelo ancestor
st. francis xavier
eighteen june road
tea market
watering hole
ram manohar lohiya
sweet water lake
sausages
sorted-out-worries
sufjan stevens
sreyashi
proshant
shubhra
runcil
sun
sand
sussegado
goa
hmmmmm....musuem robbery.. rebello ancestor painting... i see the connection..
ReplyDeleteRandomly Beautiful or may be just beautiful :)Pretty :D
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ReplyDeletewarmth of the rum in the glass
splashing seas, on the cold shore
can't see nothing,
it don't matter anyway
colours of a thousand odd hues
a concoction of Konkani and English
of the foreigner's type, you see
cloth, ivory, tacky logos -
elephant beaches in Goa?
sand in shoes
it's a song, she tells me
palm trees or coconuts?
sunrise over hills and sets in the sea
candle lit tables scattered
on the cold sandy beach
we drink to the good times, and bad
nope, there can't be any
this is Goa
sand, susegadh and joyful company
good times abundant
and yes, the rum helps too, let me say so
Whistling,
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I saw kingfishers,
taking a flight, fishing.
The sun drowned in the jolly land
of Susegad.
Frolicking in their sunny hats and the
Polka dotted skirts, cool blue shirts and sipping honey
From the land of Susegad.
Least impressed by the swanky crowd,
beaming in our company around,
four tall glasses of beer,
rum divine and food slayer,
starry nights, no moon to glower.
We sang songs of glory, of pain among
Intrepid tales of endurance,
Of lost love and a constant rummage
Those trials and errors
never fail.
This land of susegad
gave me hope for every season.
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Thanks a lot!