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The url blog is a space where I write about what fascinates me. As an artist, I love telling stories through any medium I can lay my hands on. I have designed zines, reports and games, but the heart of my storytelling - begins with writing. Earlier, url focused on narratives specific to technology. As my creative inquiries evolved, I have expanded this space to contain writing that stems from any artistic experience; be it travel, dance, literature, films or games.

url has now become a personal literary playground of sorts.

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Spring is here

Is spring really here i hear the birds tweeting screeching behind worms in delight the trees bristling boldly flowers lay carpeted across grass the sun glistens over untainted waters kissing the shores ever so gently fruit laden trees bear heavy secrets waiting to ripen and burst forth into the air the mountains are shying away from the sun hiding within the clouds spring is shy, this time around ----S

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

2 days ago

Forgetting Language

language informs our thinking, maybe even our feeling whistling languages drums that beat hearts that flow and eyes that see spikes on a surface, both high and low is this thinking? is this feeling? inputs - electric, chemical and optic cultured cells on an electrode plate signals of memory abate is this thinking? is this feeling? sensory worlds collide in this extraction of semantics from seeming non-beings trying to become a play of words movements in environment

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Mar 21

Weathering Heights

A mountain goat that walks its life on a ledge to lick the last crystals of salt on rock millenia of biological memory swarming in that single cell that craves for a reward, a chemical treat, an electrical impulse hoping they don't wander afar, in search of momentary bliss the higher and higher, the fall steeper it helps to not look down the taste of bliss lingering on the tip of its tongue treading the thin crack of stone it is not lonely up there, they slowly realize salt c

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Feb 22

Dancing into the daylight

Love is small, life is huge inside a beating heart that speaks of desire to live to breathe in, expanding and contracting running into a green field with arms wide open screaming into the sky in broad daylight fresh like the morning dew on a blade of grass birthing every moment anew a blooming flower that picks up the bees from the air in stillness, finding companions from afar, a place unknown or a shooting star that enters an atmosphere burning itself on the way through giv

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Jan 18

State of Mourning

Willing yourself into hard acceptance that it is not, and never will be again Believing into the reality even if it disagrees with your truth I stare into the days of emptiness hard willing myself into existence I am awoken by a faint whisper A goodbye at the door A night well spent, or maybe not I shroud the light drifting through my window with a curtain of black Waiting for a past night to return Until then, I am in a state of mourning --S

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Dec 13, 2025

Second Skin

I was born in a home wrapped in flesh and blood nutrients oozing through its walls beating with the rhythm of my own heart I was brought up in a home with a hundred helping hands carrying me around in circles hugging and holding my tender body I lived in a home of dust and smoke soot layered in the walls and floor washed with water, oil and soap I left a home sunlight filtering through the ceiling creepers crawling across its walls with smells of wood and metal Homes grew aro

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Nov 27, 2025

Winter is here

picture taken at the Museu de Historia Catalunya Winter is here feelings have faded, memories too fallen leaves are brushed aside to make way for the new Salt and snow melt the path healing open wounds i hibernate, bury myself in the dark to feel nothing, time or you Winter is here Freezing fingers, laboured breaths nobody to call and no one to trust standing here, unmoving, wherever the cold takes me i go with it too Let me be angry and violent all these years of understandi

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swarnamanjari chellapandi

Nov 24, 2025