Of Lonely Nights, Fags & Music
Night has something in it, definitely. Is night feminine? I think certainly so. Else how could she (I go forward with my hypothesis and henceforth I will address night as “she”) attract me so much. She keeps me alive till a ray of sunbeam obliterates her. And the best thing is that she is lonely. I love lonely ladies as they have something about them.
In this world filled with libido, it is not easy for someone as mysterious and luring as night to be lonely. But she is and this very fact catches my fancy. I enjoy her company. And I must say she is very generous to me. Unlike other females, she never complains me puffing circular rings right into her. Have anyone of you ever seen those circular rings in a pitch dark room, only illuminated by the smoky circles of Windows Media Player that is churning out music, breaking the silence of solitude. You can trust me if you look at that for a few minutes, you don’t need any dopes to be on HIGH
And unlike my parents, friends and friends of special breed, night never complains about the music I listen to. Umpteen patience and permissiveness are instant turn-ons for me and I adore lonely night for it. She is a devoted mistress who never leaves me and tolerates all my idiosyncrasies.
And the music rolls on with nth cigarette burning and so my lungs. The music follows a particular trend. It starts with country and gets harder and harder. The evolution from CCR to Cradle of Filth is a smooth one and as the smoky circle gets heavier … the air becomes dense and heavy and so does the music … from blues to psychedelic to gothic and grotesque.
As I told you, Night is my perfect woman. Her metamorphosis is in distinct phases. She starts chatting as a friend (a chat where silence is more eloquent than speeches), then embraces me like a wife, taking utmost care and then as she grows old, she asks me to go to sleep in her lap.
And then … I smoke the day’s last cigarette and doze off singing:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
- (Courtesy: Enter Sandman By Metallica)
~ Oh .. I forgot .. my lord has a human number. It is 666.
In this world filled with libido, it is not easy for someone as mysterious and luring as night to be lonely. But she is and this very fact catches my fancy. I enjoy her company. And I must say she is very generous to me. Unlike other females, she never complains me puffing circular rings right into her. Have anyone of you ever seen those circular rings in a pitch dark room, only illuminated by the smoky circles of Windows Media Player that is churning out music, breaking the silence of solitude. You can trust me if you look at that for a few minutes, you don’t need any dopes to be on HIGH
And unlike my parents, friends and friends of special breed, night never complains about the music I listen to. Umpteen patience and permissiveness are instant turn-ons for me and I adore lonely night for it. She is a devoted mistress who never leaves me and tolerates all my idiosyncrasies.
And the music rolls on with nth cigarette burning and so my lungs. The music follows a particular trend. It starts with country and gets harder and harder. The evolution from CCR to Cradle of Filth is a smooth one and as the smoky circle gets heavier … the air becomes dense and heavy and so does the music … from blues to psychedelic to gothic and grotesque.
As I told you, Night is my perfect woman. Her metamorphosis is in distinct phases. She starts chatting as a friend (a chat where silence is more eloquent than speeches), then embraces me like a wife, taking utmost care and then as she grows old, she asks me to go to sleep in her lap.
And then … I smoke the day’s last cigarette and doze off singing:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
- (Courtesy: Enter Sandman By Metallica)
~ Oh .. I forgot .. my lord has a human number. It is 666.
posted by Somdeb Sengupta at 3:03 PM
4 Comments:
Younger the night; the more seductive it is and the older it gets it starts tasting better like old wine.
Well written..but i found the logic somewhat circular..i mean why present the night as feminine in the smart and then carry on about the feminine qualities...
i hv no problems with night as a lady..(heck atleast one into my life)...but somewhat forced
hmmm ... no doubt about the feminity of night after reading the article ...
As for the music, the night deserves better than Cradle of Filth ...
Khub bhallo !!! Specially where you describe night at different stages...(a chat where silence is more eloquent than speeches). I too, always address night as She...
When i wind up at dusk,
I am the happiest for now
I can speak to me, myself
about me to my Best Friend
I am awake then as the
Sun rises and I go about with my
duties I go to Sleep ...
Waiting for the Night
to continue with our chat
since last time...
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