Nightlife: The Sex...The Drink...The Bed...

 I

Dark, dim, glitz, gliteterati,

Smoke(s) cabaret from the confident pipe(s)-

Strangers peeping while sipping brandy,

The exhibitionists exposed, into the night-life.


Shallow corners no more damped,

Red lips smiling at the rose's red,

The naked skins, some freshly grins, excited-

Warmest pleasures, playtime promises and the disturbed bed.


Ambitious bids on the casino wheels,

Foul screams, the film reels,

Begging needs, a business proposal that steals,

Candid shows on burning desires,the secret smuggling deals.


The red-wine lickers, with their horrible tatto stickers,

The busty bartenders, the pole dancers,

The Benedict's Solutions, the gunpowder professions,

The carefree lives, turned-out manly kites.


Gay culture, grey culture, blue sculptor-

Druggist pathos, mental chaos, legal demos,

Club snooker, sharp shooter, light-house hooter,

Chilly soups, snacky scoups, ugly dishes and ugly looks.


II

The thick curtains hide, the anxious bride,

The life-time night, understanding each other right,

The floral bed, surrender, bliss, and shed,

The glass of milk, a new life in silk.


The cozy bed, the pillow-cover Ted,

No-worry head, when she laid,

Running fingers, sweet-sweat lingers,

A kiss on the forehead, sweet dreams and sleep dead.


The crying baby, the changing of the nappy,

Eyes semi-closed and shabby, baby smiles happy,

The feeding milk bottle, the satisfied throttle,

Hugging wife, and re-sleep, till the morning-tea kettle.


The city never sleeps, the thermometer creeps,

The multi-phase trips, the tube-light blips,

The nano gown slips,. the undressed hips,

The mysterios ships, the charming keeps-

Don't wait your dining table wife, enjoy this night-life!!!



Night-Life is a poem written with an attitude. It is a poem that has two perspectives of the night-life with the different meanings of sex, drink and a bed that the darkness offers to the society and to your personal life. One form is the agitated, kinetic form of the societywhere man wanders like an animal hungry of sex, drink, and a bed; to forget and run away from his struggling day...but then this is the darkness manifesting itself in a negative role, some deeds which can even turn your future days into nights. This is the night of a crying soul who ridicules day and who wants to run away from life in the blanket of night. Then comes to my mind the other side of the night-life which is concieved from the societal night behind the thick curtains of a bedroom where a married life begins. It is the night which is peaceful, dutiful, adorable, and healing. It is the interval time of a working guy to enjoy the bliss of marital sex, it is the drinking time of his baby, and it is the cozy bed where his beautiful life-partner shares her life with him. The only common thing in the two sides of the night-life is the sex, the drink, and the bed- but then it depends how you want them. Both of their forms is gonna soothe you for the night being. Enjoy but think again!!!