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, November 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Statica
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.
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.
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