• Poetry,  Writings

    A Shikara Ride

      Still are the waters, Tranquil, alive and poised Bouncing the sun off, From behind the hills high above The Shikara forms a silhouette, Quietly advancing at the horizon.   As we travel further, Colors emerge, then slowly fade away. Images blend into reflections. Holding a poignant past. Almost melancholic, almost sad.  

  • India,  Karnataka,  Travel

    Hampi – Beauty is Truth, and Truth Beauty

                       Memory (Written by Agni Barathi  – Technologist, philosopher, poet, and wanderer.) Who would remember the sighs, the groans the cries, the howls, the laughs, the smiles? Who would remember, the great grand works of he who tilled these fallow lands of he who carved the unyielding rocks of she who sang a song of new spring of she who drew kolams at dawn? Who would remember them whose sighs, groans and cries, and howls, laughs and smiles still echo off these magnificent rocks on which the monkeys climb and play in oblivious abandon. Hampi My first glimpse of Hampi was of a granite…

  • India,  Pondicherry,  Tamil Nadu,  Travel,  Uncategorized

    Pondicherry- Conversations with the Sea

    I want the ocean breeze to wash over me and set me free… Waves splashing and rollicking, spraying their energy all over me. If only I could absorb it all… And these rocks, taking a hit every other second… Resigned to their fate, enjoying the bittersweet ritual. Are there waves inside of me, rising and ebbing? Am I the rock, am I the wave? There is a strange music to it all, a strange rhythm I mute the sounds for a moment, And pine to hear the traces of that rhythm inside me.   Feeling at peace in this sun-kissed moment, Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours The mighty…

  • Comics,  Poetry

    A Million Light Years Away

    The Poem Without Graphics A Million Light Years Away Floating with time in spaces far, dark, and wide Sputnik voyages further and further Fear of the unknown A will to live A will to fly Ready to break the tie Almost This poem is a  homage to one of my favorite authors, Haruki Murakami. “Sometimes I feel so—I don’t know—lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space.” – SPUTNIK SWEETHEART, Haruki Murakami A context for the Poem This weekend, we would want you to Write A Poem Using These Words – Fear, Ready,…