UPDATE

I've finally merged my two blogs, i decided that the seperation of kinds is not for me! ;)
so here goes... poetry and prose under one 

http://subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Read.React.RunAway.

PS: I comlpetely forgot about directing traffic away from here, 

for all of you who dropped by, thank you and see you on the othe side  !

all your reactions will be acknowledged soon.

:)

Bliss and realization

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.
.....
Distant horizon, a slow twirl of the mind and I see it forming.
Something deep inside of me knows that this picture, I must see painted.

There’s red and blush pink, there’s a hint of yellow.
Strands of colour and a dark form.
Years might pass and i could sit here watching the scene unfold.
It begins to fill with light.
It fascinates, the light beckons.
Dire anticipation.
Sweet longing.
Secret fear.


Woof! Taffy sees a doggy friend.

My reverie is broken.
as the trees fold into focus i see fleeting glimpses of the unfinished frame...
lilting tunes fading

And then, like the crescendo that was never anticipated...
Realization dawns.


And I, Smile.

Bliss

Late into the night, and the air hangs heavy.

After a series of shitty days and nights (no you won’t get to read about that, this blog is dedicated to the “nice” of life ;) ) ive been working all day and a high sense of satisfaction is coursing through my mind. High enough to make me laugh at all the power cuts. That is high enough if you know me and my violent outbursts.

My balcony is strategically planned to capture even the lightest drift of wind... I sit on my swing and the whish whoosh just perfectly complements my mood. A song flies by, but of course it should. Fool’s garden, Lemon tree “nothing ever happens and I wonder”
Have you ever wanted to drive through winding roads, the car top down and the wind in your hair? Yes? Hell yeah? I thought so :)
But to feel like you ARE treading unknown paths when swinging in your own front yard, this I attribute to the transporting power of music (and my hyper active creativity, but we’ll get to that later)

.....
Song-on-loop. Playing every riff, not missing a beat.
Mind drifts, thinks, drifts some more. I feel every word enveloping my mind and more thoughts come. It’s like watching one of those movies unfold, you know, where the colours and words swirl around and then freeze at the prefect scene. Complete with background music, special effects et al.

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.

Apocalyptica: The Unforgiven

There is just something about the music.  

That takes you to a place somewhere deep inside your head. 

Somewhere dark and muted. 

where the vista is in sepia and your thoughts are in Black&White. And red.

Consistency

Consistency and me never go hand in hand.

Either i blow some bubbles, 

or it trails behind.

Time Horizon

Architectural design: project review on 10|11|08

Well, It was one of those days which needs to be written down and memoraxed.

Why would you want a hour to hour blown up account of my weekend?

oh you do? Welcome all ye voyeurs...

Disclaimer: the following post does not advocate insomnia, drugs or architecture. 

Time Horizon

08|11|08

After "utilizing" the whole day to get "inspired to work" i finally start.

(believe me, listening to 'Until Death Overtakes Me'  will not spur you to become productive)

3 PM working

4  PM working

5 PM working

6 PM WORKING

7 :30, 8 PM SLEPT

9 PM working

10 PM working

11 30 PM SLEPT

12 30 AM eating

1 30 AM FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!

2 AM from here it becomes a slow drone of standards, roads, openings, bad coffee and alien invasions 

5 AM which gradually developes into a full fledged rumble, complete with halucinations and involuntary flailing of arms.

 

Fall asleep finally at 7 30 AM and stay asleep for exactly 2 hours

 

09|11|08

9 30 AM all semblence to "homo erectus" is lost

communication reduced to mono syllabic grunts for food, water and power cuts

 

11 AM 'electricity' is back and i feel a deeper connection with my ancestors who discovered fire "Ooga Booga"

 

12 AM  working

1 : workking

2 : wrking

3 : wrkng

4 : wrk

5 : ?

 

I like to believe that my design is tending towards minimalism

 

8 PM on a sunday evening. Logically speaking it should have been spent online trying to teach myself the art of social networking 

But here i am

fretting about whether my cattle herders are too close in proximity to the school i am designing (they were literally overlapping btw)

 

10 PM trippy shit

i can actually see the walls moving when i shake my head and those sheep must be pretty stupid if they're coaxing me to jump off the ledge

11 PM oh wait or is it me telling them they have to stay in the cattle sheds and not wander into the bus stops? some murmurs of "stupid designer, forgot to put gates" is overheard

 

2 AM Ive acheived the ultimate.

The power to predict the future.

i can clearly see myself in class tomorrow.

Sheets up on the review board.

Im solemnly telling the external jury, that they can go sleep in the cowshed for all i care, if they think the bedrooms ive designed are too small.

 

4 AM i still have to figure out what to do with the green monkeys sitting on my speakers. They are going on and on and on about some "concept". what does that word mean? Ive never heard it before.

 

5 AM M-M-M-M-Monkey on my back LED ZEP rules..

            

 

6 40 AM the bed feels like quicksand. The more i fight it off, the more it pulls me in.

 

7 30 AM iz amaging hoe lack of skeep doen effecp mee

 

740 AM The electricity says "adios sucker.."

i thank every grey cell in my body that made me save my drawing to my pendrive.

 

Fall asleep

 

8 30 AM I get up, feed the green monkeys and drag myself to the shower. I have to be in college by 11 for the "i-dont-really care-anymore-im-going-to-die" review

 

11 AM : COllege

 

Surprise Surprise

 

Review postponed to wednesday.

THE END