[First published on The Monoshock Blog on 28th Jul, 2007]
Its early Sunday morning. Three AM to be precise. I am at a happening night club. The lights are blazing in glory, colouring everything in myriad shades of yellow, green and red.
The bartender is busy mixing up concoctions, to give the nervous systems of the people there an overdose of ‘outta control’ therapy. There are pretty women around. Their rope like slender bodies moving in rhythm, helped by the lights that skirt the edges of those supple curves.
There is romance in the air and the music is just helping fuel that. People are close to each other and their bodies entwined for the moment. Dancing is the religion here.
I close my eyes and suddenly everything goes quiet. The music simmers down. The lights die out. The road sweeps ahead. Shiny from the rain. Red truck tail lamps greet me every minute or so. I write this down on a napkin I picked up from the bar top:
No myriad hues from laser lights
No bottles oozing with nectars from heaven
No beautiful body, soft and warm to the touch
I have a very small desire
Give me a dark, long and winding road
Three gears to go
And my Hellas on fire