The goan trip 2013

I remember the smell of the timber,
With a touch of sea and fond memories,
This is a familiar breeze I am driving into,
On horsepowers, like never before,

I have been here, but its different this time,
Maybe seeking redemption for some of my own crime,
A friend joins me in this unending chase,
Beyond the material world, the usual love and despair,

We seek a routine that's not mundane,
Away from my city, amidst the green and splash of sea,
Partying all night, catching up through the day,
Unusual trip this one, is just starting to blend me in.