The Scribbling Architect

Love Engaging, enraging, fierce Boundless spite No respite Inept Lexicon Unbearable suffocation Mandatory survival Stifling ties Maddening mind Revolutionary acceptance To behold the terrifying sublime Make way please Your highness arrives The truth ambiguous Malicious innocence Trampled upon

Why do I not say The pain in the gut The inglorious wordlessness Crushing the winds Causing mayhem as it goes Where is the hero To save the day To save me To save from myself The demons of my minds Closed the gates of the paradise Why is the hell so heavenly? Why is it the silence loud? Is there no escape To the world above The stifling sense of humour Of life I live today Of boredom and banishment From the idea of real beauty The chastity of life Raped by constraints, eviscerating Ruthlessly left for decay Wishing to be saved someday

The rooted roots, movements bounded Life impossible otherwise Swaying, playing, changing colors Blooming gaiety to gloomy twigs Where is the life in withering Standing subdued in confinement But the smile to the greens, the flowers, the fruits The beautiful sadness of the barren Has an overwhelming worth Keats had it put in words "A thing of beauty is joy forever"

The times when words are just not enough A beautiful picture after a tiring day A smile that speaks of love every time The embrace of separation And that of home-coming The laughter in surprise the tears of hurt and lies The satisfaction of a day well-spent. The moment when the heart is filled with happiness  You feel you could die that moment and never regret. The times when the words are just not enough.

The sun-kissed sea The tumbling hushing waves The white muddy sands The present life's absence The water clear, clean Pecking on the feet Cold, almost ruthless The present life's absence The obvious beauty distasteful Its the loneliness The non-familiarity Its not the sadness Its the non-life.

The sand Deceitful defining it Lays there assuring one strong wave Abandoning , high and dry. The sand Comfortably warm, Bathing your feet Mix it with water The pretense of fitting in The impersonation almost accepted. As the water recedes, you see The pathetic week lumps Sticks to your feet Needy and relentless A compulsive whim for a good riddance