Lesser Gods

To all the loving, needing, wanting, winning, losing, missing, yearning in the world. More than those who have been...and stayed....and gone. A projection of all the love gained and lost.


Flower Boy

He who smells of rain. Spells of an evergreen forest

A winter bloom. Race of uneven flesh

Powers of the collective of known. Upholder of belonging

Incantations. Holy verses bathed in pleasure

Pain of wanting, untarnished. Intensity of inescapability

Ungiving, forgiving, denying. Cobwebs of familiarity

Sweet, sweet smelling agony.

Stranger

Betrayer, son of the night.

Further than far.

Eyes of a cold faraway fire.

Perfect imperfection of hands.

Spine of fetal, feline recoil.

Conflict in the depth of silence.

Lover of the mirror.
Hands;Body;Mind;Heart-Soul?



Piece of Moon

Man of a whole universe.

Glib. Incorrect. Endearing.

Mind of the skies.

Home of his embrace.

Uncovered, blind faith.

Beautifully complete.

Sparkle

Formwave of love.

Ever-denying, control.

Powerful bursts of firework.

Inextricable unpredictability.

Listen: I will possess your heart; Death Cab for Cutie

Luck By Chance?

Relief, I know what it means to feel it in its full entirety. Do I feel anything fully? Now I do.

Third year: First class pass.

All I feel is relief, not happiness. It was never about doing well. To do well is to grow internally, to know you’ve achieved what you’ve wanted to. I do feel apathetic too. When an outcome has no true reflection of hard-work, talent or aptitude how can it be valid? In my bubble of security am I really better than the others? The answer is within me. You are as good as you believe. There can never be a justification in the cruel joke that they call the ‘result’.

For the first time in my architectural life have I thought of ‘The Fountainhead’ as an example; Peter Keating will always know in his heart who he is and how good an architect he is, no matter what the world says.

I look around with sheer disbelief.

Having said this, I am really glad to have gotten it over with; no third year to re-visit. But my empathy lies with those who deserved much more than they were destined for.




The Irreconcilable Trinity:


Deserved, Desired, Destined


If the three made peace, the world would be a better place. Or just teach me how to desire what I am destined for, not more and definitely not less.

Wound

Battered, black and blue

Bruised, crimson and red

Recovered, purple and pink

Healed, yellow and beige



My temporary tattoo, 'sore' reminder of incidents never to be owned.





Read-ing: Last Man in Tower, Aravind Adiga
Listen-ing: Coke studios has some really beautiful mixes :)