That trip to Goa :)

Beyond the alluring crimson horizons across the tides,
I see the scarlet sun move in its own ambery stride
Passing by the hazy twilight,
Wings of imagination fly me beyond the trite!

Cuffed firm by the callous veracity farce
Untangling as I stroll besides the greeny misty palms
Envisaging a plan for a beautiful quaint life said
I walk as my dreamy eyes imagine those illusory days ahead

The grass looks greener than ever before
As I gasp and breathe the clement air such pure
I walk back into the tiny vehicle of mine
That brings me back to the routine time predestined !