I have never really had a penchant for clubbing. In the past, I used to feel slightly aloof from classmates who’d sprint to discounted clubs and enjoy drinks in the loud, colourful and enlivening atmosphere.
To them, clubbing, along with the resonant beats of the loud songs , was fun and a delightful escape from ‘reality’.
To me, the atmosphere was enstrangling, distracting and simply… offputting.
Today, I was listening to the same beats whilst a friend was partaking in a body combat class. I couldn’t focus on getting my work done on my laptop but
Somehow, I felt compelled to write this poem:
Pounding sounds that flood spaces around me,
Throbbing: strong, hard, rough and jagged. Them
beats whip me hard
and I struggle to break
free from ferocious
sounds that strangle my soul.
Something about that glitz and spritz that repels
I turn away and sprint when others
Stay rooted, bouncing in hard strong rythm–
afloat in the thick black embrace of techno sludge.
Turned away from commonality,
Lost in my aloneness
Searching for the
but the furthest from
Un-noised silence within
(2nd December 2014)
I really do not mean to insult anyone who likes this sort of music and enjoys clubbing. Because, each man has his own likes and dislikes!