The Scribbling Architect

I am sapiosexual. So any artist or scientist can make me really hot and bothered by just doing what their job description entails. Now actors as just as such. So here I was wondereing how my parents are unable to find me a groom (i am okay with an arrange marriage) when they showed me photograph of this guy standing beside Nagarjuna, a really awesome Tollywood actor, I got confused as asked my mom if Nagarjuna is ready for his third marriage, why else would you show me his picture? She said its the guy beside him that is a prospective. Can you imagine my disappointment at that? I asked, "why can't I have Nagarjuna?" "His kids are older than you! Do you want one of them? They are nearer to your age." "it would be so wrong for whichever kid if I am flirting with (more like throwing myself at) his father. I would be a good mother to them though. Like a friend" My mom thought I was joking. I don't get why she doesn't take me seriously. Simila...

I have never liked surprises. It annoys me to no end. Surprises always take a lot of your time and completely ruin the schedule. Call me anal about it but I hate surprises. Everything changed the moment I saw a Harley parked in front of the gate. My friend said he is coming in five and to come out and that he had a surprise, something I would like. I abused him a bit before giving up on him telling me what it was. As I approached the gate, there it was. Proudly showing off the muscles. My heart skipped a beat. Literally. I was speechless for a moment and then - give me the keys. I never knew that Harley would be the first ever proper bike I would ride. As the engine roared beneath me, I could feel my heart flutter. The happiness was so pure and elating and I was struck by the intensity of emotion. How could a simple engine do that. I knew I was a fan of bikes but always underestimated it to be just a floozy idea. I thought I was in love with the idea of loving bikes passionately. But ...

Today I treated my friends with dinner. For a belated birthday. My reason was to get the present they got for me. I knew what it was, I just wanted it in my possession. Its the lord of the rings set with the ho bit included. I realized something. I am reading six books simultaneously. Well it sounds so but I am actually never reading anything. All I am.doing now a days is watch Korean dramas. Now I m bored of even that. I want to become a writer. Every story facinates me. I analyze and criticize every aspect of a story. But I hardly ever sit down to write. So my new resoulution is to complete the books I started. Read at least 10 pages a day. Second resolution is to write. Everyday. Twice if possible. I am making this blog as my journal. So that I always have a place to write where it can be read. My Loving to Lovies!

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.