Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Whispering a Secret

A black sky ascends, promising judgment
For an endless realm of squander and pain
Reeking a soul for a soul, nothing less
Symbolic arrival of the dark commander

Clouds scorched through the heat
Of a jarring sun, broken and stained
Hour hand hit another usual morning
A blackhole of void deeply entrenched

Winds blaze through the rusted plains
The soil casted by the lifeless philosophies
Claws of whispering death in disdain
Our self-deception is the commander’s trophy

Are we heading towards an eternal glory
And to what cost do we bear this
Earth has been mutilated and amputated
To a point of never return , commander’s bliss

Feeding a cancerous foundation of
Misplaced wisdoms through out  the civilizations
Commander prepares his whiplash
And smiles at the thorns of our abomination

We have injected a catalogue of distorted ambitions
Falsified, Morbid and Smoldering rot
Claims of dissonance in our faithless murals
And a reality burned alive, point blank shot

Bound to absolutely nothing, scaled beyond
Horizons after horizons the earth is raped
Depleted, Tortured and tormented every hour
Destruction awaits , silently at the 9th gate

Casement of slanderous initiations
A thousand ways to save our souls burned
Glimpse of our numbness and tranquility
At the hands of the time , pages have turned

Hear the skies burst , the volcano erupt
the quake and tsunamis , the grand master’s plan
Mother nature hails the black commander’s arrival
A much needed clean up job, the grand master’s plan

With thy commander , my allegiance stand !

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


A silent and haunting note is whispered to the ears of living reality all day long.The source of this note is unknown. This note is prevalent ever since its inception. We all hear this note at the back of our minds with time but fail to embrace it. It is clouded by the echoes and resonance of all that is a part of our daily facade.With every passing seconds , it plays a role with time itself. If we place our minds to hear and understand this note , one may realize its gone beyond the infinity of time  and there is nothing more universally mysterious than what is heard from this note.

Indeed a dark and hollow symphony playing every cosmic events proportional to the individual's position subject to space time fabric. This note holds key to most of the locked and unanswered questions of our lives.


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Jarvis 4

We stood there witnessing an endless abyss of time that rushed through our collective subconscious , hinting a lonesome onset . Perhaps a calculative series of psychological safety measures inherited by the inordinate illusions prevalent in all our unspoken dreams. Beyond the oblivion these dreams flow without an apparent reason , without a soul and without a name. We embrace this resonance of unknown in our own subjective ways yet oblivious to the most obvious . Existence is random whose randomness is wider than a black hole that can wrap millions of suns under its dark wings.

Indeed , this world is just a fragment of ordinary perception like the above experiencing itself randomly.