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Winning Entries Announced: Poetry Competition, 4th Cycle -'Design Interpretations'

Updated: Jul 18




Architectural Poetry Competition, 4th Cycle floated by Architectural Journalism & Criticism Organisation announces the Winning Entries.


Theme described for the Competition was;

‘Design Interpretations’


A fundamental portion of architecture constitutes design interpretation: the art of conveyance of the basic ideology and theme behind the development of a design form, rather eloquently. So too in poetry, the spine of a theme branches out into its many abstractions, extrapolations embellished with nuance in eloquence. Even though poetry is a string of one breath, one exhalation, it embodies subconscious designing.


The 'Citation Award' goes to Dr. Jatinder Kaur, SPA Delhi




“Architecture is…”

Notations pouring out from soft graphite

As musical mosaics of rhythmic forms in flight

Bathed in numerous hues of reverence and pride

Dressed in hegemonic textures of awe skillfully in stride

Reaching to the sky or closer to the ground

Make the winds to flow and dance all around

Harmonious spaces offering unconditional solace

Orchestrating patterns of shadows and shades

How dancing dots, swaying lines combine into volumes

Setting a stage to engage, embrace and commune

Reflections of voids, paint the still waters

Making them alive with matrices of splatters

Magnificent or humble, its power is the same

Modulating moods with tangible and intangible gain

Its power is unseen but expression is so real

With aura of fantasy, illusive and surreal

Windows opening into vastness, paths exploring perceptions

Have seemingly been lost in speeding contentions

Striving harsh climates and sheltering unconditionally

Buildings too need to breathe, in and out spatially

Revisit past to uncover the precious tacit treat

How to share resources in humility, but not compete

The moves so subtle, with climate, form and function

Still the presence so glorious and full of magnificence

Always redefining and creating new horizon

How magical is its transcendence into our cognition

How has it kept us all wondering, and in glistening glee

Asking us to understand, its not just Architecture, it is “WE”



'Special Mention Award I’ goes to Vaishnavi Prasad Limaye, CEPT Ahmedabad



“Hollow-Cast”

Right along the street, I saw a place to hide within,

Nobody knew what was coming.

Two thousand seven hundred and eleven slabs,

Stelae they called them in Berlin.

Organized in a row, fifty-four going North to south

And eighty-seven heading East to West.

Holding names of three million Jewish Holocaust victims who were choked to death. (Pause)

I walked into the memorial seeking peace but like they say

Places tell you what they were meant to make you see. (Pause)

Death was hauled like the concrete in the blocks,

Marched to cruelty,

Between the paths not to see the sky but to get burnt by the gas until the ashes fly. (Pause)

Thirty steps descending into the memorial I could feel the hostility because I could hardly see the outside world.

Left or right nothing was bright,

Couldn’t see who was coming next towards my sight. (Pause)

I was lost in the memorial and could see neither my people nor the strangers.

Was this how it was supposed to be?

Because I could feel the separation, the loss.

How could I let it just be?

I was trapped with no option other than to move forward and just be.

The undulating surfaces grew taller and had consumed me. (Pause)

It’s funny how one is constantly hoping as he walks ahead in the possibility of a brighter life,

Even when I had lost contact with the outside eye.

Resemblance to a cemetery, mortal fear

It was like the design barricading me from the street noise and the sights of the city

But nothing came to mind except fear. (Pause)

Chilly weather, I could see the hill because I felt like I was in a valley burning still. (Pause)

I looked back and felt like I was caged,

Everything is powerless when you lose faith. (Pause)

I walked towards the street with a heart filled with hope but never would have known for them it was survival and cope. (Pause)

As I ascend, the slabs get smaller, It's the feeling of accomplishment and end to sorrow.

I could finally hear people and also see them follow,

The design made me a bit hollow in the memory of an anguishing sorrow.

Phoenix had risen in the name of concrete and in the hearts that were pierced hollow.


'Special Mention Award II’ goes to Dharani Kande, RVCA Bangalore



“APOPHENIA”

Written for Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino


Cities and people exchange tales

they keep a part of each other

defining a little of each other

defining a little of each other

these colours, they pinch them into one another.

Objects and forms a part of this space

a cloud of space floating

floating, swaying, wandering and suspending

an illusion, they all seem to be blending.

As the stories or cities unveil

edges blur with time and space

they’re bolder and switch colours

they might just be in the same phase.

Memories fog when you’re in deeper

like a hazy dream

and the world spilled as stories

seem like an afternoon daydream.

Everything is not what it seems like

you trust your senses only now

the stories that stay leaves

as you speak.

A satire on perception

volatility of these visions

and the sight of invisible cities

a conflict in itself

as you move in this series.

Pareidolia and the clouds

you see what you know

these cities tell stories you already know

like a forest of colourful willows.

We all experience new stories

the architecture of cities tell collective stories

of you, me and our lives

like a legacy a monument carries.

This is where architecture hold beauty

finds home in a unique identity

it grows up every day with you and me

holds so many anecdotes

but still plays like a single entity.


Certificate of Appreciation_1: Ar. Fatema Kabir, Pune


“Society : : Architecture”


Christianity’s turmoil within the Roman rule; Hagia Sophia was conceived, burned, and re-conceived,

Illusive pendentives controlled the floating domes; Control was interpreted.

Between the people and yet no public, Italian Popolo mirrored the city scape.

Piazza and Palazzo identified with the Public, idea of Public was interpreted.

Mechanization of employment lost the identity of individual.

In Philip Web’s Red Brick House, John Ruskin’s Lamps were interpreted.

Scourge of breath, gasping for sun’s ray; Tuberculosis was born.

Le Corb’s Modernism opened the building; Sunlit balcony became the interpretation.

(Campbell, 2005)

Fascist regime, fascist Architecture, in fascist Italy

Terragni’s Danteum lit Dante’s Divine Comedy; Modernism wrapped in Classics became the interpretation.

(Kanekar, 2005)

In the wake of Allies over Axis, Nomads were reborn as futurists,

Ideation of Archigram Cities and realization of Nakagin Capsule; Plug-in or out became the interpretation.

In the Megalopolis of Psychiatric conditions, Freud-Space was finally acknowledged,

Emilio Ambasz’s Casa De Retiro came as a seeker, Human experience was interpreted.

(Maccannell, 2005)

Where was it supposed to be, Architectural space was lost in place.

In Correa’s cubic massing and void, Context was interpreted.

In today’s democratic regime, and an attitude of wholeness

Delhi’s Central Vista sprang to life, Control is once again interpreted.


Certificate of Appreciation_2: Maria Nicolaou, Cyprus


“Inspiration”

Standing in front of a naked paper and draw whatever comes to mind,

The pencil would travel its path throughout the field and enlighten the blind.

How could anyone be against art, while it rhymes through the lines?

How could we not let the breath be taken, and thrive through the designs?

Life may not be easy, neither shall architecture.

But when the breath is then complete,

The cycle would then be replete.

After gathering a quantity, that’s when it’s born,

Thus, a form is taken, the ornament should be adorned.

There a storyline resides, where the proposal relies upon.

Finally, comes the essence of seeing your creation alive.



Certificate of Appreciation_3: Yashika Murali


“The Design Puzzle”

It was in the beginning of spring

When flowers joyously bloomed

It was the time when people rejoiced

But I… I was stuck in front of people

People who are known

People who are unknown

Here I am… staring at the spread of papers

With huge collection of drawings and pictures

Before thinking, before I could comprehend

I was deluged with questions

So, now what am I meant to do?

I calmed down

Took a deep breath

Took a look at the puzzle in front of me

And attempted to resolve it

There were lot more pieces than I expected

So I journeyed through original strategy

Fixing all the ends

I began putting the end knobs into words

Maybe I raced through them

Isn't it, though, what is understood that matters?

As I recounted the history of the structure,

the words whirled around in my head

As I explained how it all started

The thought

The purpose of different strokes

The presence of all the trees, roads and buildings

The beautiful spaces that I created

As I explained how it went

I understood

This was the moment

The moment I had been looking forward to

for the whole winter

This was my moment

The moment of a designer

To gyrate the peculiarities

To twirl the elucidation

This was an Architect’s moment

The moment of solving the puzzle


Jury Panel for the Competition comprised of


Rochelle Potkar, Fiction Writer & Poet, Mumbai.

Pappal Suneja, PhD Scholar, Bauhaus-Universität Weimar, Germany.

Madhu Raghavendra, Poet, Curator & Social Activist, Mumbai.

Sanan Verma, Architect, Planner & Poet, SPA Delhi.

Sneha Singh, Architect & PhD Scholar, Bauhaus University, Weimar, Germany.

Riddhi Shah, Architect, Researcher & Educator, Rajkot, India.


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