THE 3 A.M CLUB

It happens to me once in a while, not always

I woke up from my deep slumber 

May be by my pet dog answering to the barks from outside

I could no longer sleep 

I took my car keys 

Went on a journey to observe what is happening around 

Infact I was in search for a cup of coffee

I could find the God's in the Temple,Mosque, Church and Synagogue fast asleep 

The buildings holding the Lord were dimly lit 

Whereas to my surprise the Devil's work places were illuminating with Neon lamps 

I mean the Wine shops, Casinos ,Hospitals and Morgues too

I drove further only to see the roads weeping in silence to mark the departure of their dear ones 

All I could see a rag picker picking some empty plastic bottles 

He is more famous,familiar and favourite to the stray dogs That kept chasing my car for more than a kilometre at each Street

Many rag pickers many stray dogs 

I could see a couple trying to defeat cold on the pavement

The wife adjusting into a lone blanket 

May be to share warmth or to derive

I could not dare to greet the security guards dozing in their plastic Vests, their caps fallen beside 

The well lit Banks professing Adam Smith's economics and capitalism

No communist nor socialist ever roamed single they move only in groups 

Hence I missed them at this hour 

Though 

 no coffee shop in sight 

I drove back home 

Carrying a sense of satisfaction 

I explored the same paths of Siddarth before his enlightenment ultimately being called Buddha

As far as I am concerned 

Now I am more informed rather than enlightened

The distant tower clock chimed thrice 

As if welcoming me to the 3 A M club