The Scribbling Architect

After watching two horror movies back to back the strangest thought came into my mind. I do not have phobias that are horror movie style. I am not afraid of dark alleys or silent nights. I was just sitting and wondering what season would be the scariest? The question came into my mind because most of the horror films that are made are generally setup in cold or rainy weather... the chill somehow is supposed to add to the chill of fear. So I thought what weather, if I am ever in a scary situation would have the most intended effect. I was surprised that the answer automatically came to be summer. Personally I love the time from spring to summer till the first showers. We in India are lucky to experience fully 5 different seasons. It started bothering me because I would just hate to have my favorite time of the year ruined by some silly scaring tricks. So I took a while to analyse why it was so. I realized that the reason i would be afraid is because not only will i...

Entranced by entwining ties Absolute by the abstract lies Lies the lows of life Longing for a fulfilling foci Focus lost with longitivity Lost of self, loss of creativity Clarity commences the act of mercy Purged of the good, the bad and the ugly.

I closed my eyes I could feel you Behind me Before me Was it me or You? You are so different from me You are so different from others But still You set perfectly with me Like pieces of a puzzle Part of me Different, foreign but still so familiar part of me As if it were me not you A Dream, An Imagination, An idea I closed my eyes I could feel you Behind me Before me When i open 'em It was just me I Couldn't remember where i was before Just the feeling of Deja Vu I have been here I have felt here I have loved here Was it you or Just me?

There are so many things that could go wrong There are so many things that could be left undone There is every possibility of being left alone In this goody-two-shoes world Where there are only followers Where there is nobody to show you, you are wrong That what you did was stupid       That you are being a total ass-hole You will be the only one responsible You are the only one making a mistake Even if it is for the sake of others You don’t have a way out When these same ass lickers Bite you back Kick you in the gut Blowing air out of your lungs They will take over your reign Rule your own followers Make you a slave Do the regular chores of the day You feel degraded and less than the rotten flesh of gangrene You turn towards kitchen to drink your saviour It makes your throat burn but you think it’s your salvation There you see the glitter of steel The beautiful shine of the sunset Rusty though it calls y...

A day that starts grouchy usually ends in a smile or at least a regular nothing-new mood. But there are different things that change or effect the mood. Reading is the usual and the most sure of an activity to lighten it but apparently it failed.The mood, since it does not have a typical behavior or an obvious reaction to a given situation, is surprised the most when there is a nice cool wind brightening it rather than the reading... more so than it is expected to... there is still hope for the day to end in a smile. A grumpy morning is a very hopeless friend, one you cannot depend on to get a good outcome at the end of the day but there is a new thing everyday for a hopeless friend to become helpful. These small incidents is a ploy of nature for making us vivify itself. Have you ever noticed that when we are sad a cloudy sky looks sadder or the shining sun burns painfully whereas when we are happy the same cloudy sky is romantic and the shining sun gleeful? Oh yes... eve...