To the Man of Honour in the Memory of Freedom that has the New Light Intensity of the Stars (Bob Dylan’s Awarded Highest Civilian Honour by the US President, Barack Obama)

FOREVER YOUNG/Bob Dylan                

“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young”.

On May 30th, 2012, US President Barack Obama honoured Bob Dylan with the nation’s highest Civilian Honour, the medallion of Freedom in the East Room of the White House.  This award and recognition for his contribution to the cultural history spanning almost six decades running is not that something that can be understood so easily by his followers, but his songs have bestowed on us a special grace that can keep us always ‘Forever Young’ as we ‘build a ladder to the stars’.

Dylan’s consciousness and the universal acceptance of existential suffering and struggle in his songs with almost magical lyrics that come from nowhere as if riding the inner-horse of his self-identity , are so rare like museum artefacts, that one may tend to look back at the linguistics process of speech and how that is cultivated at the mental level free from dichotomy, and, free from any bias, to merge with the liberal actions of environmental evolution, is something that the present generation may follow for the good. The technology we use, the products we make and the services we render are all intrinsically value-driven phenomena, time is a causal syndrome whose effect is something more than its material satisfaction, it is deeply tied to a thread that levers man towards higher goals and destinies. That may be only possible if we believe that we can make the journey forever young at heart withstanding ‘the times they are a-changin’ with the wisdom of a new power that gives equal right to every man on the street , and ushers the light of an enlightened immortality because “the fire is lighted, the hammers are working, and for laborious days and nights amidst dirt and discordance the musical instrument is made…the process of evolution  is a continuous process that finds its meaning in Man”. “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,/the answer is blowin’ in the wind”. ( Blowin’ in the Wind, The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The fire is lighted, the hammers…finds its meaning in Man”-Man’s Universe, The Religion of Man, Hibbert Lectures Oxford, 1930, Rabindranath Tagore

Ref: Picture SKY NEWS UK

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman


MEYAXEKA ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2012

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman


The beauty is submerged in the synthesis of time with consciousness

Time Square is the α-vitruvian man

He is the source of the primal light

He is the chalice/cup of the matter in the sun of the ancient years

Transforming the directions in the inelastic dual spin in dark-energy condensates

Wavicle and in the praviculin wavicle, the sector of light atom density

Has remembered the sonic diagram of cardiovascular muscles in the golden ratio

His ship is an integer after normal diffraction; the cross is a super-involuted wind-truth

It makes the flower dance, the river sing and the thunder roar

3 actions in simultaneous equations are the poetry of the supermind


The lunar constellations are joyful in the varltumin camera of x-position y-excitations

Z is the zion of the Daneb in the heavy Altair of the Cygnus

Light is a candle in the sub-space of an alter

Time denominations are the super-fluid history in the sempiternal voyages in The Dark Side of the Moon

A spoonful of algebra Keep Talking like music

And the Sphinx is a rooster calling the stars by their nyaobhim-clock opera cylindrical arm.

Mind of Brahman {Meta-Limb-Mind} = {infinite-finite-infinite-finite} {active-part-internal-active-part-external}


– Joy Roy Choudhury




Ra-Dofh Eternal, Samij Datta, 2012



Submission of my being in the inelastic dark matter

Have yielded a very high dense polygrammatical memory of quarks and leptons

No man is free till he sees the light in the v-cube of victory

Ambition dies on the road to eternity

Drawing on the board a sketch of a tree that has lived long with the river and the sands

Amulets of gold crown the last fall of a leaf on a slate of a mirror

Words transcend the sorrow of its birth in a tetra-ionic ethereal field

Zoroaster dimed the sun so the night is anointed with the stars of the zebra-fin lake

The lion of the Talmud is rising from the sea    

And as the dog followed the hunter into the woods of arcadia

Remember the song that gave the heart its first taste of joy

Bursting from the sky into the aquamarine caves of the psychiquazim

Nevra-prime matter of consciousness gave diction to geometry

The circles oozed the triangles in the large hadron collider

And chanted the anonymous hymn of the microcosmic world

Zero always stands  as zero in the one two three of its gametophores

And the flowers cupped the solstice in the arm of its neck

Tring tring hring hrum hrim massless troton on alpha nanorobotic space

Eats Sommerfeld’s equations as ants ride the bosonic-boat of the messenger

Hayat tobihat omin soyit

Rekavo utrit deneb om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal

The Lord is the Vessel of the Unmanifest-Hymn to Transform Dark Energy into Pure Consciousness and Light

Lord Jagannatha Patachitra (Orissa, India)

The Lord is the Vessel of the Unmanifest-Hymn to Transform Dark Energy into Pure Consciousness and Light


There is a unitary oneness code within the vowen-supratohentim supramental

It selects the Azent mode horse-grammar cyclone

Rivers courtyards are filled with rivers and the sun is an old man ferrying boats

Everything else is silent but wakeful

Full of hope and praise for this earth and its men

Jagannatha in Alblackica worships the painting of Hurhiman

Man is man in the Brahman of Shakti

That flowers the social hymn of a common understanding

Knowledge is a virtue not a class differentiator

Rare is the intelligence fit for the cup of original ecstasy

Aquanto uhinmrang…looking through the mirror gaze of Jean-Cocteau   

I see myself in the past of its present coming from the future of time

Rocks roll as the chariot moves across pure deserts of Xan Infinity

Worship the second that bears your name so one day it may hold the cross of your destiny

Forever Love Life Light anon!

– Joy Roy Choudhury




You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Pagan Art, Samij Datta, 2012

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance


Black vowels of ancient space run the summer months

Love is a ‘jyoti’ of the night for the day

Within the triangular vertices enacting the polygonal marriage

Krishna Adi Prem Radha-Govinda Swarnam

As light diffused the darkness, the Absolute appears

Shimmering gold lines of Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor

Wasp and bees turn into the hermetic square of the rectangle

Their geometry of precision is the desire for their union

The lateral curve shift of the Alblackica hymn gave ‘ananda’ its true prize of noble generosity

Spring’s anointed flowers are purple ether-circles of autumn

Drops of honey are gathered in cells    

Man calls his Lord from his inmost submission to the nature

Prakitir buke proloy, proloy hate ashirvad

Phire ashi baronbar ei jal pata shishire beja bhuvone

At the heart of the stone, the symbol stands for the Apocalypse

And I return with my hands dipped in sands ‘At the Hour of the God’.

The System of Time in the Pi-Bosonic Circle of Christ in the Revelatory Principle of ‘Ananda’ in the Zebra-Moun Roaming Cross in the Creation


The Paradox of the Anandamaya Koshas, Samij Datta, 2012

The System of Time in the Pi-Bosonic Circle of Christ in the Revelatory Principle of ‘Ananda’ in the Zebra-Moun Roaming Cross in the Creation (eta-trath is muscim-troton-truth)


(Anander gati paribartan nei ei krama bibartane)

The ever sweet will of ‘Ananda’ doesn’t change her course in the process of human evolution

(She chirosthayi savder pratik)

She is the symbol of word procreation

Pran pratishtha kare prati din

She is the shakti behind the complex bio-chemical reactions

Renewing life-force at the point where matter meets its spirit  

(Amaratya tai akasher range bheja ek ti chador)

Immortality is a tie-dyed fabric of the sky-swastika emblem

(Surjo pachim duyare darthastha ek pathik)

The sun is an old traveller of songs standing at the western door

(Ajana achena samay ke deke aan)

Invoking the supra-luminal unknown time of the creation

(Jar uttor hay shuru ta thake noton ar sada ananda may)

And as answers begin to fill the new order of the day,

The dawn emboldened chalice of Alblackica is new and forever blissful.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture, Sungachoeling Monastery, Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury



Star Shaped Crystal Matter of Ancient Time Formed From Black-Hole High Condensation Mass of Anti-Gravity Substance

Animals, Coloured ink on paper by Rabindranath Tagore, 1930-31 (@ Rabindra Bhavan)

Star Shaped Crystal Matter of Ancient Time Formed From Black-Hole High Condensation Mass of Anti-Gravity Substance

The Dialogue of Consciousness in Art is a Monologue of Matter in Art d’matter

He is the dog of the hunter and the star of Orion

A leafy blade is the prayer to the creation

Grasses are sun in the Moroccan mind calling travellers by their name

The mind of matter is the matter of mind’s consciousness

Three-fold Hebrew koan in rat-tat-arm head

Shantiniketan everywhere whispers the wind to the trees

Man is man in the arms of the superman

Love is the equation of the aksolute-amsolute

Alblackica free-space zero verbal extranet

Thou art the time to run and shine!

– Joy Roy Choudhury


Click and Read: Univ of Kerala, Dept of History

A lion figurine with non-Acheulian Lower Palaeolithic implements

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

Consciousness-Analogue in a Dialogue

The flower is the nectar of the tree

Mind-yeast fermentation yields magic numbers of the super-fast agent of light particle-carriers

Grammar is the logic-boat of argumentative process, anti-grammar is empty

The ships sail through Methuselah, Jagannath in Alblackica domain

The lord is the lord of the sand-particle in the boat-mesons of the aborigines

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”

Alpha omega virtues of the time in zime give red earth some rain

Coal splinters are the clock in the cyclones of infinity

Yime-horse running on space-field grace-built structure

6971>T<1769 6 words in August make the Nepoleon

Tat Sat Adi Om

Brahman is Brahman the magic particle in elementary prosody

Racine wrote tragedy of man that is humus to the plants        

And plants are flowers in the existence of consciousness

In the plabintim-circuit of the creation, the stone was a task-force of resurrection.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture/West Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”, Kubla Khan, S. T. Coleridge

Artwork, Samij Datta, 2012

Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence: The Will-Factor in Spiritual-Vowen-Supratohentim-Supramental


P-3, Samij Datta, 2012

Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence


Birds are chirping in the skies

Leaves of Tibet are turning into green yellow and golden flakes

They formed a triangular mass of a unique dimension

That has portable space-hen ship-time in its memory card

We are coming from beyond over the boundary to conquer life

And establish the new race on earth

Oh beautiful South China seas in the Amazon of the Ganges

Is there a definite significance of a time-line in the taste of immortality?

Is there a riddle that we are trying to unlock?


Or is it the new moon of the dark graviton in the micro-Lilith hibiscus of ryto-blomin          

Capital-stock pilgrims to the temple of the sun are carried on her Haphaestus wings

Man is not a soldier but a dreamer of wars in a field of glory

But the fountain of light promised words instead of guns

But, the man, then is a medicine Buddha like Hippocrates dreaming of images that heal body & mind

He painted the old frescoes in every church, temple, mosque and monastery

He was an architect building monuments, towers and game-resorts

He was the child of infancy riding the white horse with apostolic angels and bodhisattvas

He was as an Argonaut of the Golden Fleece piloting explorations into unreachable destinies of the divine matrix


But thinking didn’t make him a man but his actions did

He was in pursuit of his Will that was the source of all his power

He composed the Eudaimonic operas to reconcile the truth between the living and the dead

And when he found himself alone in this world

Like a tiny speck of sand among the wind in the reeds

Like a subatomic quasar in the quantum hyper-reality of retrocausal silence

He cried like a baby sitting over the bank plucking grass ambassadors of the morning light

Meanwhile, the river went on its usual way:

“Aruk semat erativ Erasmus

Texondo morpa voitrana  nui dhip

Child let it grow…let it blossom

And in the annual festival at the Changmo dance

Colours danced to the beat of a wave in the wavicle of its infinity

And as time closed the gaps between sun-width mud-length of a lake

An inner voice of freedom came outside

The rule ate the law in the grape-moun version of the anti-matter run

And gave acres of alblackica free space to the child to recompose

Till he became the man he is who found the paradise.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture (R): The Lotus Born Babe, Padmasambhava (Source: Wikipedia, Hemis Monastery.





The Bliss of a Romantic Morning as Seen Through the Eye of a Poet in the Mind-Mirror Reflections of his Self-Embodiment: 151st Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore, Noble Laureate

1934 circa, Rabindranath Tagore, coloured ink on paper


There is an automatic template of the mind

That captures images of nature

Through the varltumin camera positioned in the eye

Alpine valleys surrounded by mountains are free to dance speak and laugh

Words are their images in the dreaming soliloquy of their existence

Rivers find their ways in the twining pathways leading to immortality

And the spirit of their substance become starlit summer nights that levitate

Light is light in the clock-arm of alblackica

Romancing the wind in the stone circles of chintamani

Brahman calls Brahman the root cause behind the 11th chapter of Brouhaman

Shakti is singular in the rain wedded months of Baishakh

And as drops of water bring scarlet joy to the heart of the infinitude

The old eagle of the centroid awoke from his sleep in the numberless keys of his destiny

To embrace earth as a miniature in a meta-entangled quantum multiverse

I saw many earths as poets dreaming like him to express the fountain of a superluminal desire

Their words are not mere artefacts but points escaping through a worm-hole

To reach the mother-of-their-origins as they fly out towards their embryonic source

Their consciousness the only-truth carrier in this trance bound journey through nature

Stones pick up idle grass and butterflies, the skies pick their clouds in sacks of rice

Each carrying the other and often huddled together to celebrate life

This we called a momentum: ‘Ananda-Nritya-Sangeet’ of the rasa-lila

Man is tied to his fortune through bonds of friendship

His hands are gifts of nature to be the artist-poet of his own creational multiplex

He grows among hills and trees and worships the sacred crust of His own existence.


– Joy Roy Choudhury

Notes from Tagore:

‘The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish and thy voice will pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of summer’. – Gitanjali, 1910, Rabindranath Tagore