Sky bound

Heart. And Soul.

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 08 Jan 2016 14:23:00 +0000

The old sights, now in a world so free,

a new perspective is what I see.

My world has changed or is it just me?

Eyes closed or set wide open

There's only one movie in me to run

Memories of You my love, of our moments in the sun!

The dark of the bold beautiful night,

Or the bliss of the bright day's light,

In your shy eyes, they seemed perfectly right.

A look towards me or just a fleeting chance,

Or wait, was it a stolen glance?
I skipped a beat and my heart did a little dance...

I ask - My dear heart, pray tell me what did you learn?

It says little but tells that now it's its turn
And it's time to let the spark brightly burn!

My love. My soul. For You my heart - my special place.

Sigh! Just the thought of your beautiful face!

The calm gentle ocean that is your grace...

A victorius sign. I wonder, Is it our time?

Celebration of souls in a period so sublime!

A faint whisper I hear - it is time.

… I realize, it’s all because your eyes met mine...

Your eyes. Darn!

Scarlet

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 17:52:00 +0000

Stepping out of a zone sheltered,
I'm swept through shimmering dust - gold and red,
How do I not give in to this excitement instead?

Over the horizon crimson,
Towards of the end of reason,
Heart racing season after season;

I see confusing colors - yellow and maroon.
What awaits me - is it sunshine or the monsoon?
The deep end of the sea or is it the pristine lagoon?

A life carefully painted scarlet, darn it!
I face the tests of fires, all solved immaculate;
I see emotions - blue, green and violet.

CC by SA 2.0 / vintagechica

The melodies, the violins, the orchestras played,
The lyrics in the background and the words carefully explained,
How do I know if the beautiful colours ever fade?

Promises of a love - less than three plus more,
Whispers of careless passion like never before
Lines and lines of poetry my heart thus pours.

Honey dripping out of it's comb - perfect and sweet;
The first rays of the sun on repeat;
I know today that I shall know no defeat.

I chance upon this sacred chance,
Of intertwined destinies, fates and life's plans!

Pray tell me - how can my confused soul not rejoice?

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We see sometimes, what is invisible to the eye.

You

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 13:56:00 +0000

The skies, the drizzle and the warm scent of honey inhabited the air. Fire burned peacefully, letting a cinder spark flow out and lend glow to the air around. The gentle crackles of the fireplace made their presence felt this late evening. The light was low, but enough. An occasional flash of light in the skies outside was known only by the door. Even the thunders were silent in this beautiful start of a night.

The wooden floor matched the color of the tables and the chairs. A couple of empty glasses stood proud on a few tables, showcasing the busy day that had already passed by. A thick solid door lay open baring the cool of the night to the warmth of the insides of the tavern. The curtains fluttered gently and the flames moved around gracefully like the traditional dancers of the island.

His serene but sharp gaze scanned the entire tavern. His predisposed piercing vision was given away by the creases around his now gentle eyes. He moved away from the door and he followed her, his hands on her waist, gently guiding her to the candle lit table. She moved like a whiff of fresh air but in firm and steady steps. The white and blue of her dress seemed a little wet. She sat on the chair closest to the light and he sat right next to her, facing her. The breeze played with her long black tresses. The loneliness of the bar counter reflected the silent sounds of the breeze.

As the gold of the flame fell on her cheek, He moved the lonely stand of her hair from across her face and nestled it peacefully behind her ear. He wiped a lonely tear from the back of his hand and saw a smile on her face, the first one that night. He looked at his reflection in the dark of her eye. No words were spoken.

None were needed. Ever.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/xjs-khaos/ / CC BY-SA 2.0

Phoenix

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 18 Oct 2013 14:14:00 +0000

With mountains to climb, it is only in the depths that a person can discover strength, finding the light that shines our inner sun.
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Blow upon blow to my raging chest,
the pushes of the cruel and the unjust,
Blood seething and a heart that would not rest.

A prayer to my unseen force,
Phoenix like poetry amongst relentless prose,
A fury within me, a passion grows.

As the walls of my inscrutable worlds fall
With me refusing to play ball
To the whims of fate, I defy to stand tall.

I pursued a punch, a jab, a cross.
I threw myself and everything else my soul could toss
Burn I would rather than be termed destiny's loss.

Is it my spirit or my back that they would break first?
Tears blood and dust,
What would it take to stop this cruel lust?

Time fleeting and having nothing to pawn.
Murmers of that the night getting darker, the light now gone.
Whatever hope within, I await my invincible dawn.

Blow on blow whilst I'm bound
I could but feel my unknown spirits around.

My bloody shackles, finally, dropped to the ground...

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Dedicated to all who stand up and walk again. And again. And again.

May the phoenix be with you!

Infinite dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Tue, 25 Jun 2013 12:07:00 +0000

One leg folded, the other stretched,
I stared at the beautiful spread,
lying on the grass, of stars splendid.

Skimming through my warm hand
the evening dew lend their brand
to the happy loss of the day's demand.

What each breath said, I patiently heard.
Each moment to revere and understand
of the movement of the lights above and thoughts beyond.

A running star straying into view,
Wishes of wishes turning true,
of dreams my mind could construe.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/matoken / CC BY 2.0

Lost in the whims of time,
the experience so sublime,
the ecstasy reaching its prime.

I lay, facing endless sky
Endless thoughts of if I could ever fly
Over the ever so silver cirrus, so high.

Arms behind my spotless mind,
I stared long and far as I could find,
that beautiful pristine night, I simply dreamt myself behind.

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“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”
― John Lennon

Hero

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 05 Jan 2013 17:54:00 +0000

One foot firmly in the ground
The other on the rock strong
He stared at the ocean around
Wondering if he’d put a foot wrong.

On the edge of a cliff he stood.
For the reasons he believed in blood,
the wind blowing against his face,
he thought about the flaws he could erase.

The intensity in his vision, sharp
He gazed on into the deep
Wishing to see his destination
He was getting back on his feet.

I watched from behind a tree
His every move
As far as I could see
I tried to perceive…

His will stronger than before
Continued staring into the ocean
But this time he was sure
About his life’s each and every turn.

I sat there behind the bush
Appreciating the determination
He was waiting to sail the wild again
And to drift into the sunlight alone…

A new world, a new perspective
He wanted everyone to see.
Something finally did I realize..

That he was none but me…

Catwoman?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 18:32:00 +0000

Quickly scribbled a sketch of Catwoman in my break time. Perhaps the batpod next to her would have done more justice. Nevertheless, have fun folks. Go see the Dark Knight Rises (and Anna Hathaway) if you have not yet done so. Cheers!

Batman: No guns, no killing.
Catwoman: Where's the fun in that?

Source : Imdb

Retro automobile

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 07 Jul 2012 05:50:00 +0000

A quick sketch on iPad app Paper. Any good?

Angel

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 18:23:00 +0000

The memories are difficult to forget, the helplessness difficult to explain. A loss is never justifiable.
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She rose above, with grace
She looked around with an elegance;
I saw this beautiful face.

I caught just a glimpse, a glance,
My heart, but leaped in dance.
Was it her or was it chance?

The radiance beat the midnight moon,
A sting passed through, a harpoon
the moment, I felt, had come too soon.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/benhusmann / CC BY 2.0

No words said, but yet heard,
Serene and silent, the moment passed
A thousand questions my mind asked.

She vanished into a haze,
Like the morning mist at the harsh suns gaze
Memories of her I cannot erase

A drop rolled down my cheek
Am I human enough to cry, so meek?
Where can I find those answers I seek?

Through the hue, I tried to pursue
I called out - "My dear, where are you?"

A lonely whisper, I heard - "in you..."

In remembrance of a dear old lady who lived down the lane.

Through the seas of Poseidon

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 19:40:00 +0000

I want you to experience what I have experienced. I have been a silent witness to the event below. I have stood at the sidelines and have been inspired by the event taking place. I stood with him on the same deck. I mingled with the crew and was one amongst them. I could see he was in pain but I could do nothing, and I shall do nothing...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/psygote / © Vineeth Kashyap

Lightning cracked the sky, lighting the rain as it fell from its abode. The sea gleamed in different shades of gray; shades that shimmered, glittered and those that danced wild. The wind tore the sails and they fluttered like curtains on a windy day. Freezing waters lashed the deck like a whip-lash of a pirate. Water from the brutal sea and from the furious rain became one. The ship rode up the giant waves and below.

I had seen this before. This was, but, Poseidon's wrath. I could taste the salt in the air we breathed...

Water danced as he staggered to keep his feet on the deck. He was unable to hold himself on to his feet. Medicine, from seaweeds made by one of the crew members, flowed trough his veins as blood. The salt from the sea and his sweat met. He was unsure as to whom the medicine was killing more, the disease or him. He stood close to the edge of the deck staggering and swaggering like a drunk whore but except, he was not. He leaned over to the side. He was falling. He saw a flash of the lightning and then it grew silent, it grew dark ...

I could sense that we were close. If we could just reach the Cape Cruce...

Everything was a blur, just like the fog on darker seas. The skies were black and stormy with thunders intruding the lashing rains. He could barely see. The crew ran through the chaos to steady the ship and to anchor. These were the last things he saw before it became dark all over again...

I watched from the shadows. He lay on the deck, others too busy. He was getting better, the weed from the sea...

Water parted ways from the ground with each step. He stepped on to the sandy beach. His each step seemed to rob all living creatures of their breath for a split second, reviving them with a living force, much stronger than before. He was the living force for his land. The life around seemed to welcome his presence. His faithful steed, more so.

His home beckoned. The son had returned...

Twenty-Eleven

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 20:40:00 +0000

What a year 2010 was and what a year it shall be.

2010 promised so much and delivered. And I have a hunch that twenty-eleven is going to be an year to remember.

Stuff of legends even.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/pepemczolz/ / CC BY-SA 2.0

Wish each of you a brilliant twenty-eleven.

And cheers to that!

-Suman

Pencils : The Batmobile

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 15:01:00 +0000

In the movie - Batman Begins (2005), Bruce Wayne modifies a prototype military vehicle called "the Tumbler" that was designed as a bridging vehicle for the military. The Tumbler is described a machine that is a cross between a Lamborghini and a Tank. [Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batmobile]

I started with a sketch of the tumbler a couple of months ago. The next logical step was to learn to color and shade.

I present to you, the tumbler -

One more version with a bit of background and some minor tweaks.

That is it from my side folks. I leave you with a memorable quote from the movie, 'Batman Begins' :

Rachel Dawes: Wait! You could die. At least tell me your name.
Bruce Wayne: It's not who I am underneath, but what I *do* that defines me.
Rachel Dawes: [ realizing] Bruce?
[Batman turns and leaps off the roof] [Source: imdb quotes]

Cheers!

Edit : Hyperlinked the second version of the image instead of showing it up in the post.

Moon rocket

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 08:56:00 +0000

Hi folks,

My first attempt at creating a poster using Paint.net. The learning curve for this particular tool was far lesser than when I first tried using gimp. (Gimp is cool by itself. Make no mistake!) The intuitness factor was better with Paint.net.

The poster is now on my new and shiny Facebook page. Head there to have a look at it.

Cheers!

P.S. Thanks Vivek for the tool suggestion and thanks webtreats for the lovely grunge background.

Pencils - The Tumbler

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 17:28:00 +0000

I started drawing this one quite a while back. I had a hard time trying to get the back end of the car right, though. In any case, enjoy the stripped down version of the Tumbler. Perhaps, they'll consider this version for the next installment of in the Bat series. :) (fingers crossed)

This one has been built for pure speed. Period.

P.S. I thank Rohit for the suggestion to draw the mean machine back in "Gotham or NY".

Tools used : MS Paint

[Here are links to the actual one - here and here.]

An everlasting smile

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 26 May 2010 20:18:00 +0000

It is everlasting.
You can see it casting
a shadow on sadness.
It will make you smile for a while.
Away from the worldly madness.
To another of bliss.
It is that smile
that never fails to make gloom fade.
Do you agree
that it is as precious as jade?

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kwl / CC BY 2.0

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I started off my poetry with a smile almost more than a decade ago and this is the same one you just read.

Before I leave, one more thing, hold that happy thought you have had in your head now. Yeah, now you can smile please. :)

Cheers!

Sea of melody

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 20:17:00 +0000

The shimmering waves lashed the sand.
We sat through the night on the shoreline,
trying to spot that distant land.

The melody, the weather, the company fine.
Fine sand slipping through our hands;
we watched the stars, brightly, shine.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/evoo73/ / CC BY 2.0

We joined dots on the canvas,
spot coloured lights on the horizon.
We could never let those sands pass.

The silver we saw at that one glance!
Nothing in the world, will match
the silver on the gray waters' romance.

The shimmering waves and the shiny sparks
and we sat through the night on the sandy shores
as the wonderful hunter and his dear friends watched our backs...

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Edit:"The Hunter is not whom you may think him to be and You shall see only what You want to See...".

Drop in a comment if u did figure out what I'm talking about!

Edit 2: I intended the poem to be cheery. So I edit the last line to more reflect that.

Roses, for the ladies

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 20:28:00 +0000

Working on my next sketch and it is a tad bit more complicated than I'd imagined. In the meantime, I thought I'd experiment a bit with shapes and the result is this -

I'm getting back to work again. :)

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"There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint

a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted."
Henri Matisse

Pencils : Gotham or NY?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 18:53:00 +0000

It began with the theme we had for our yearly fest at work. The theme was placed around NY Times Square and we were supposed to be the NY cops. This got me started on the current sketch. The picture of everyone's favourite hero was incidental. Nevertheless, I like the way it ended on paper finally. :)

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twenty ten

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:01:00 +0000

It seems like we've just had nine blinks from 2000 and we're here at 2010!

2009 has been a satisfying year : I tried my hand at a lot more sketches and have gotten better. I tried my hand at new kinds of prose (I'm referring to - 'fortress of solitude' and 'the return of the knight'). I redesigned the site myself instead of using an existing template.

Anyway, let me share a few stats of the site - Skybound got a total of 1649 pageloads with around 1.71+ pages/visit in 2009. The most popular posts have been - 'the windmill landscape' and 'the fortress of solitude'. Come 2010, I wish to increase these numbers. I think its a decent enough resolution to make for Skybound's sake :).

Finally, it is now time to usher in the new year with all the celebrations, resolutions, joy and kindness. I wish that each one of you have an year where you better yourselves and bring joy to your family, friends and the rest of the world (too). Thank you folks having been a part of this flight.

I wish you once again - Have a great twenty-ten folks!

Remember to fly high... Get skybound...

Design Redesign

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:22:00 +0000

Whew! After a day's long work, my blog redesign is complete. Well almost! There are still a couple of things I need to take care of.I will do so over the coming week.

There were a few reasons for the redesign. One thing for starters - the previous template NiteLife from Blogger-Templates was stunning and I loved it. And it was Skybound's template for almost 2 years. Though it was beautiful I decided to move on to something new, something that I wanted to create on my own.

Photo by: pareeerica

That said, I had a lot of help on the way though and I need to thank :

Stargazer - for letting me reuse his site layout.
Webtreats etc. - for the beautiful background image and beautiful icons (free). Do visit their site.
As you can see the background has both dark and light elements. Displaying text as-is would spoil the font visibility. blog.zurka.us had a way out.
pareeerica's lovely picture in this post.
And You folks, my passengers - for the feedback, inspiration, love.

So, I present to you my new and shiny design! I believe this will give you guys a better experience. In case you notice any issues, chinks in the armour or have suggestions, please feel free to reach me.

Have a nice day!

Pencils : Ever sat in a super car?

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:43:00 +0000

This time around, I decided to draw a super car - a F1 car to be precise. The recent F1 2009 race is still fresh in my mind, with Jenson Button winning the Driver's Championship and the Brawn GP winning the Constructor's. As in last year, Interlagos circuit in Brazil again turned out to be the championship decider!

By the way, ever wondered what 'formula' stands for in Formula 1? Well, here is what wikipedia has to say about it:

The "formula" in the name refers to a set of rules to which all participants and cars must comply.

So tell me, what does your speedometer show? :)

P.S. This time I did not have my usual set of tool(s) - MS Paint on Windows. Used Paintbrush on Mac instead.

The Run Through

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 15:38:00 +0000

As I mentioned in my previous post, I present to u a cut-snip, re-edited version of chronicles 1 and 2. Enjoy the read!

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It was a bright day and the daily chores had already begun. Being in the countryside you would wonder if life without so much chaos is even possible. In this calm little village lived a little kid – Shankar.

Shankar was playing by the gate in the courtyard. His amma (mom) brought him some breakfast. He quickly finished it and was ready for some more. This guy could definitely eat a lot! Amma went to the kitchen to get more.

Shankar was preoccupied with swinging on the gate. That was when he saw that his thatha (grandpa) had gotten ready to drop his cousins to the school. He always loved rides on the moped and, as usual, wanted to go along. Since it was already late, thatha decided otherwise. Even before Shankar could retaliate, they had left! Shankar decided that he had to follow them and began running behind the moped. Unfortunately for him, his tiny legs could not match the moped's speed. Even on village roads, the moped could wind its way on the narrow paths pretty fast!

Meanwhile - a herd of sheep and a bullock cart were directly ahead of him. The herd was being taken to a nearby field for grazing. Though Shankar never liked sheep, he was determined to follow the moped. He continued to run in the direction of the moped.

Soon he was completely surrounded by the sheep on either side and he did not like it one bit. The bullock cart was now right in front of him. Making matters worse, the sheep and the cart were both moving slowly. He had, just a second, to make a decision. He decided that the best way to cross to the other side was to go right under the cart and in between the two bulls! And he did exactly that! He ran between the two bulls! For a small guy he was quite a package.

He had finally managed to pass the hurdles that came in along his way. But now it dawned upon him that he was completely lost and the moped was nowhere to be seen! He tried to be brave but was almost in tears. He had forgotten his way back too. He continued walking in a direction which he thought thatha would have taken. He came across a flour mill, on the way, which had a set of huge noisy machines with equally noisy clients. The machines caught his attention. He had always been fascinated by machines. As he watched the machines operate, he momentarily forgot his dilemma!

Amma in the meantime came back with more food and called out Shankar’s name but to no avail. When Shankar never responded even after her calling out for five mins, she told about his absence to his aunt. Both of them began to search for shankar frantically inside the house. When they saw that the gate was open, they decided to check if he had run outside someplace.

A lady in the meantime saw Shankar watching the machines and she picked him up. She started walking away from the flour mill carrying him. Shankar was too confused and was not sure if he had to scream out loudly.

The roadside tea stall guy told amma and atte (aunt) that he had seen a small boy running behind a moped. Both of them immediately guessed that it must have been Shankar. They too set out in the direction as pointed out by the tea stall guy. They could see a lady chatting with someone carrying a kid with her. On reaching a bit closer, they saw that it was Shankar in her arms. Amma was overjoyed. She ran forward and hugged Shankar and kissed him.

Amma and atte learnt later that the lady was Shankar's ajji’s (grandma's) friend. She had recognised Shankar and was on her way to drop him back to his place.

Return of the Knight

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 06:16:00 +0000

The sun's presence was mild. The wind strong. Leaves were sent from their branches on their own journeys. The air made lovely swirls over the lonely land. Peace was disturbed by the howls of the wind. The coarse grain moved from underneath the horse's feet.

The rider eased off the beast...

His cape flew vigorously to his left. The scabbard lay still; but empty. He moved the cape away from himself and moved swiftly to the edge of the cliff. He clenched his fists deliberately. He stood peacefully though. The journey had taken him this far and he had a long way to go. The speech resounded through him as fresh as the morning dew. He had heard it days ago; through different voices. His Father had addressed the kingdom.

Photo by: srtrallybob

His gaze moved to the far reaches of the north-west. He could make out the outline of the fortress - magnificent and calm on the other side. He would reach there by nightfall. Dusk was on them and the moon was reaching out to the gray skies. His steed stood calm in the breeze. As he turned around to start off to his destination, the beast came to him. He quickly climbed on to the back of it. The steed pranced as if it were a sign of accepting its master's command and sped away in the direction of his new destination.

He was returning. Returning back to the Fortress of Solitude

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Pencils : A ship sailing the high seas

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 14:26:00 +0000

Ever felt fascinated by the navy and their ships? At least I have. I have always been fascinated about ships - be it the modern ones or the kind shown in "The Pirates of the Carribean". Of course the latter would be a bit tougher to draw!

Ok, so here goes. I present to you - MV LEGEND.

[With four artillery turrets at the front and a few more at the sides. State of the art communications to provide real-time information to the other operators in the sea. A helipad to move people and equipment for any land based missions. MV LEGEND could sail smooth in any kind of waters.]

Note: Going on a war would be injurious to your health.

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May Peace be with you!

To know what MV in 'MV LEGEND' stands for. Visit here.

Pencils : A windmill landscape

noreply@blogger.com (Suman W M Sivachar) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 15:59:00 +0000

How to draw a windmill landscape you ask? Its simple alright. You can probably take a look at what I've done and I'm sure you can create one of your own. :). Will take you just a few tens of minutes.

Here, take a look:

Thoughts? Good?