Thursday, November 17, 2011

Jarvis 3

A craving held between the lines of absolute wrath of the soul and a timeless serenity. It calls for the end of everything that is yet to come, but not before the inception of the time that is glaring towards infinity. Its somewhere between these lines a universe exits that holds the answer to all our collective unanswered questions.

But on a second thought , this universe is insanely hollow. An empty space with endless stretch of black space filled with nothing but a stark emptiness. Not even a sound , a breathe or a vision. Only a lost thought deep inside the synapses of the mind. Solace within a void speaking to the deaf ears evolutionary redemption. Indeed a haunting silence prevails there once attended. An unanswered death and life devoid of meaning . A beautiful abyss.

An extract from the Black Book

Thursday, September 15, 2011


Heart beats to the rhythm of stalemate
Pretense of a long lost dream chaser
A paper cut descend within a perfect wait
Cognition of inert memory eraser
Inside a fiction free mind
This nothingness rewind
Serenity hits upon a shapeless stone
Engraved deep within
An unknown divine !

Mind seeks a path of sustenance
Blackout of a long lost wind chaser
Saturated towards the realms of infinity
Demarcation of thoughts eraser
Inside a fiction free heart
Oblivion transforms to art
That stone hits upon this serenity
Rendering all visions black
Ever from the start !

Monday, August 8, 2011

Jarvis II

When myths of dead ends gets busted , a strange feeling rushes through the veins. Cynical smiles comes naturally all night long , as I sit in the darkness and recollect then not so seemingly apparent misdeeds of the past. My heart has withered away along with the moving time , thoughts systematically hollowed up as the mind is kept alive for survival purposes , thoroughly utilized by the capitalists with much entrenched redundancy in every aspect of life.

I stare down into the end of the horizon , that has no promises held for anyone. A senseless life we all lead much oblivious to the inordinate abundance of whatever reality has to offer. A deeply sedated being concluded for every notion and the inculcation of false morality into a vice society has led to deprivation and scarcity of almost everything except with a touch of reality in essence.

An extract from the Black Book - Ragpicker , Oct 15 , 1984.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Comic Confessions

Ever since I was a kid , I used to read comics of all kinds. Ranging from the so called 'decent' ones to the extremely graphic ones. I was also too much into watching cartoon shows that were typically aggressive , violent or depicted war of some kind. There was always something that bothered me which I never really understood that baffled me for decades.

I always developed a natural soft corner for the antagonist. Always. .........

I always felt for the evil , the darkness , the black hat , the villain , the bad guy or whatever name that fits! Somehow I had this natural inclination towards appreciating their plots , genius schemes , global domination plans , great sense of humor , inflicting pain and suffering to the weak and see the world through an alternate perspective. I dont really understand the cause for this , perhaps ever since I was a kid , my mind was a little off the shelf more like anti mainstream. Perhaps I had a bad childhood or perhaps not. But it is evident , I am more confident in speaking alternate of everything. I sometimes feel myself a complete opposite direction vector from the right.

Coming back to the comics , I want to share some of the best lines ever spoken by these guys which I always cherish !

The Joker (Batman)

Don't talk like one of them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me. They need you right now. But when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper. See, their morals, their code... it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you, when the chips are down, these... these civilized people will eat each other. See, I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve.

Adrian Veidt:(Watchmen)

I'm not a comic book villain. Do you seriously think I would explain my master stroke to you if there were even the slightest possibility you could affect the outcome? I triggered it 35 minutes ago.

Kingpin & Bullseye (Daredevil)

Kingpin: How do you kill a man without fear?
Bullseye: By puttin' the fear in him.


Pyro: So, they say you're the bad guy.
Magneto: Is that what they say?
Pyro: That's a dorky looking helmet. What's it for?
Magneto: This "dorky looking helmet" is the only thing that's going to protect me from the REAL bad guys.

Dr. Doom(Fantastic Four)

"There can be no greater punishment for you than the knowledge that you are totally helpless!"

Ra's al Ghul

Ra's al Ghul: Only a cynical man would call what these people have "lives," Wayne. Crime, despair... this is not how man was supposed to live. The League of Shadows has been a check against human corruption for thousands of years. We sacked Rome, loaded trade ships with plague rats, burned London to the ground. Every time a civilization reaches the pinnacle of its decadence, we return to restore the balance.

Ra's al Ghul: If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Creation awaits for another nocturnal onset of radiant impurity. Deformed mind seeks safety inside premonitions born out of casted feelings like the leftovers of prisoners in a war camp. Indeed a vision blurred beyond ambiguous annihilation , this imagination has placed a bet with its own damnation. Only one question resides in my mind today - Are we descending towards infinity or is it just me safely seeing the world through the eyes of the tornado.

An extract from the Black Book - Ragpicker , Oct 21 , 1773.

Monday, March 28, 2011


An alienation from the known , I stare into this cold silence without much hope , without a say and without a smile. A straight face towards an endless regime of pain and suffering bottled inside , like a volcano trying to erupt itself for more than a thousand years. A clueless life leading towards an abyss of oblivion without even bothering to ask what do this soul needs. Prolonged prevalence of induced emptiness of the heart and a thoughtless life has lead to such consequences.

For long I have tried to remember at least one single moment in my life , when I was truly happy. Stressed my memory back till the kindergarten. I found none. Never felt a soul close to me , never got touched by the blessings of a divine , never felt happy , nor remorse , nor sad neither appreciated the small good things around me... just a static line that flowed through the black heart. Indeed , as the night grows darker I stare into this bloody hell only to be reminded there is no hope.

An extract from the Black Book - Ragpicker , 29th March , 2011.

Monday, February 28, 2011


heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. - Rorschach for Comedian, Watchmen

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Chromium shaded doorway , solace residing
beyond the end of horizon,
Timeless crystal maze , sleep into thy abyss
Entrenched forever , is my soul undone

Mirrors of wish reflects , a symphony presiding
the tale of nomenclature ,
Deceptive embrace , weep into thy subconscious
Melting the heart, tears of mother nature

That childhood buried , lifeless deciding
A cross placed upside down,
Decadence of wilt , Unblessed guilt
Reckoning of unspoken , my very noun

Wrapped under your blackwings,
Demons of inner shadows, poisoned senses
Random generation of solitude
Tranquilized beyond life's all three tenses

Self destruction is the primary archetype
That's sustained within a silent residence
My spirit walks the maze, deeply sedated
Ashes of my failures are the echoed resonance

Rusted walls dripping a liquid embrace
Haunting wind feels the skin again
Condemned towards an infinity,
Ghost of progress , dressed in endless pain

These thoughts are held without a trial
without a judgement day
Into a barless prison , darkness descends
As it keeps falling further away
and away

Into thy abyss, black bliss , opaque vision
Cold feet , frozen hands , dusted floor
Beyond infinity and a timeless path

It keeps falling away and away . . . .

Friday, February 4, 2011


if ($mind != sane )

echo "

An androgenic feed , scope creep , misplaced ecstasy
Failed DMT trip, isolated freak
Silent prevalence , first the mother language
Next push the child's face into the rat race
Subscribed to its thoughtless case

Catalysis of the educated mind, mistyped lunacy
Booklet of conformity ,a glassless McD
Press f1 , see who comes next
Screwed up innately , Helium found in your breath
Brought up , groomed deeply to fake

Cross multiply the gears, pull the chain
Reality is their biggest fear, rest is all the same
Clueless queens , Headless prince
Hunger feeding Kings, masturbation ATM
Economic strata is carved out of this game

Xenophobic station is online , 0.0 FM
Our grassroots were shit high on grass
Evolution of cockroach compared
A burden detailed , exposed and shared
And I wonder who the fuck really cared

Goat doing a pig , dog doing a goat ,
Pig does to itself , symbolic world's choked throat
Serial killers on the run, men with black coats
Eyes fixed on to the TV, while brother dies next door
Penicillin injection to the wisdom's score
Awareness of this , bloody genital sore !

A higher note , pluck that 5th fret
Increase the tempo by a mild and see
You'll remember what I have just said
We duly mess up every child's head
With fear of God, fear of Devil , Sex Bed
with fear of results , fear of Career
A fetal feeding of cancerous norm
That Joe father , Sally soccer Mom

Illusions engraved deep , scope creep
That freak now never sleeps
Claymation of residues , animated gif
of our opaque fallacy weeps
Servers of life crashed , goodness bandwidth sucked
We have downloaded a lot of shit ,
Now this 4.0 specie needs to embrace it ";

Why cant we just admit it ! - Maynard James