Reconstruction
An Architect's journey in design and reconstruction of space.
When I break you brick by brick,
Piercing the balance of
Stillness in the stones that constitute you
To reconstruct you
When I excoriate
Your layered flaking persisting peels of age
On the weak exanimate dulled face
When I refuse to renew the surface
Of weak fragmented crumbling walls
With a fresh coat of lacquers, putty, paint
When I dig with my chosen chisel
Walls now sensation-less for an age
Carving windows for new stimuli and more light,
In newly equated dimensions of space in space,
Fresh dimensions and visions delight
Are instructed through my drawings
My sketches explore the hindrances in
Origins roots foundations
To care for new needs of changing times
When I induce new exclamation by divine design,
New heights, new creative compositions arise
Into heights of porches and doors
Forming exuberant muscular purlins
Fragrant splints and chips from fresh timber sawn
Sacrificial fuel to the chastising yajna
Souls of the house and soaking human needs
Unite!
I shall thus complete the structure for new needs
With new logic, new cells, and rooms
Sing poetry to foundations
Put forms and walls back to sleep.
I am your Mason, carpenter
Your beast of tireless arduous labour
Trained to balance
the sleeping in matter with
the awakened in a man
An Architect-Sculptor am I
This was written on a construction site while communicating with the changing spaces. My design was taking shape and the spaces were revealing new dimensions, new feelings. The splinters of timber waste from construction are used to a hawan, a ritual-prayer. There is immense unity in the cause and purpose of cultural happenings.
