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Rhythm of the Night
by Kewal Paigankar
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  Two bodies entwined as one
Satin sheets on a warm bed
Prolonged couplings later, they lie exhausted
Following a night of passion to be remembered
Perfectly in unison, two souls in harmony
Attuned to the pleasure of nocturnal delight
Throbbing to the rhythmic beat of the night.

Come morning they are away
Separate lives in different parts of the city
Their thoughts are on other matters
On finding a niche on a corporate ladder.
There is barely time to think of each other
Or savor the memory of last night
With the promise of today and tomorrow
That they hold so dear.

As dusk falls they soon unwind
Ready for a union of two minds
Meanwhile in city centre, lonely hearts
Misfits and outcasts gather round a fire
Huddled together for warmth and comfort
Their dreams have faded, their aspirations eroded
They are victims of fate's cruel hand
They are the pulse of the city, its cut and thrust
Fractured lives clinging to false hopes in gloomy light
Shivering in desperation to the rhythm of the night.

Far away, sirens wail in the background
Ferrying the injured to a hospital bed
Seeking out the pushers and the distressed
The unstable and the disturbed.
A police helicopter hovers overhead
Circling above a park, searching for a missing child
Wrapped in a blanket, a tiny figure drenched
In the incessant rain, it lies quiet and still
The silence disturbed by the sound
Of the descending plane and the rainfall
In the eerie chill of the night and its cold feel.

At midnight, they are out in droves
The hedonists in search of pleasures
Self-indulgence and gratification is their aim
They live only for tonight
Tomorrow hardly exists in their peripheral momentary world.
Disgorged onto the streets, they assemble
Unsteady and inebriated, searching for more joy while they stumble.
This is their opium, the obsession
With stretching the temporal thrill to its limit
Barely able to recall the following morning
How they swayed to the rhythm of the night.

The city is alive, even at night
Bursting with life, teeming with people
It pulsates with mood, resonates with beat
Gyrating to the excitement and danger
Of the pervasive warmth of its urban sprawl
And the coldness of its anonymity.
Weaving a mesmerizing spell that teases.
The city, now somnolent, soon closes its eyes.
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April 26, 2009
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