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




The Valeloluva Hymn of the Red Poppies for the Everlasting Chant on the Alblackica Day

THE WAY TO GYAN-GANJ III, Samij Datta, 2011

The Valeloluva Hymn of the Red Poppies for the Everlasting Chant on the Alblackica Day


Lamarck was an insolated cone in the canvas of questions, episteme root resolves functions of Satprem; to the river was the eye watching the green fish-fins of Marcel Proust in the day of remembrance, 11th November 8191-1918.00 points in the fractal de-fractal frame of Alblackica peace.

The turbo speed of the Valeloluva chanting the Valeloluva hymn in the nutcracker of an asymptotic curve reminds the way through which the pleasured dome of sanctity is to be reached via the Boson tram-lines of the Hermione; the statue becomes the Pliny of Rome in the translucence of the glazed glass mirror through which the Auto-mine mind of the habber-brahman speaks or corresponds with the intranet networks of the creative impulse in the decathlon of Olympia; sitting by the river the mountains looked like grasses grazed by the black cow of Odeon in the several gold Razder goblets of the grape-moun law; boats are beats of the Ruhatit time of the Baquytra mother in the cave-mesonic era of the Johaman and the Noah-man sailing in the empty mandala circles of the primal fracto-void of ethereal existence; the sine cosine functions of the orbital heterodox are the shining electro-structures of mesomoun particles; zabber on zabber is the cross-triangular logic of the arc-polymatria: the kalpa-kalpu-kalpe of the creation. Valeloluva…Valeloluva…Valeloluva chants the eternal time in the time-keeper’s Harrods of solvent neutralization; polygraph of the acetaldehyde is the C-Butamin cross-hatch lepton in the anomalous expansion of water in hydroponics; beneath the hydra, the labyrinth of walking stones saw the nocturnal bird revisit the sun in the darkness of the moon. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, the gates of the creation are opening in time…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Photograph from Pink Floyd The Final Cut Album Archive.

Remembrance Day: At 11 AM on 11th Nov, 1918 the ceasefire was signed at Rethondes, France between Allied Powers and Germany to end “The War To End All Wars”. On the same day  a year later in 1919, American President Woodrow Wilson marked the first Armistice Day celebrations.

Alblackica Clock Series II: The Relational Sequence of Time in the Quantum Matrix and the Non-Curvature of Hyper-Solids in Laser Helio-Madeb




The Relational Sequence of Time in the Quantum Matrix and the Non-Curvature of Hyper-Solids in Laser Helio-Madeb

The compass points of the indivisible vectors of the ultraviolet fragmentation are sine and cosine of the violet in the glass-tubular vessels of the black sun. its not a mystic recognition of the coplanar magnitudes of life and its relative multiverse but that of the eternal beyond the eternity of time’s unsound consonants. The goat is the sheep made to run in the tunnel where the wind is the fire of another river song…the civilization starts from there and progresses along the lines of the Nile or the Ganges, Mississippi or Volga. The cross-talk domain of the Terrasuxa Qataz is the zebra-prime vessel of the spring. Man or no-man can reach this point, that’s not within the other of the within shifting from the centre but it’s a joke of the idiot playing a match of football in an empty stadium that once rocked the audience with the grass-power vision of the Woodstock germ. There are no more the arms that can destroy the creation, One unfolds the One in perimeter of the circle and the zero is the alblackica of counter-faith that has seen streets made of gold turning into silver madness of the moon. That night is within the Michelangelo in the wime-goat plates that can make and unmake the reading of a film into the unified separation of the rise and fall in the madness of ether carrying birds in the footprints of the lion.

The ions of the ionized circle without the helium cannot manufacture anything but can subtly tell the story long unheard by the apes in their evolution into the man-of-nothing. Dust is dust to dust is pro-dast of every dust in the collar-zime-yime vision of the time. A flower is a flower when the withering stumps of the micro-seconds turn the colors into some macro poetry that talks about the anointment of the earth in the vision of the serpent. Sleep is the wakinghood of another reprise in the violent chaos that mothers the disciple of disciplines for some good work with a prayer that remains unaffected even after the transfiguration of coal into diamond lights. Serene is hopefully an adjective of another adverb that stands still looking ahead into the Alps of the romantics- that is the eponymous vision unaffected by means that come on the way with their divergent dreams to maim the word which is an empty set full of possibilities and change.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon Album Cover Art

The Embryonic Journey into the Center of Time through the Eternet Networks of Alblackica Consciousness

ALBLACKICA PLATE IV, Samij Datta, 2012

The Embryonic Journey into the Center of Time through the Eternet Networks of Alblackica Consciousness


I have no other than the Yuwaziya Elohim Harastot     

Time’s fragments are motionless in the custody of space

There are tunnels through which the wind-river can pass

April’s showers are the bona fide travelers of many writers

They can spring Avogadro in the reason of no-time

If you are there the one then I be the zero

In the even placenta of the embryonic journey

Through the dark matter of time and eternity into the spirit of the sun

The self has won the zime-bliss of the introhan

Alpha alblackica alpha alblackica of the dust free nature

Is the revolving circle that binds the new creation to the Mazuvonts and Neyunkavs

Ethereal queen veta-veta ethereal queen on the high-webang glass lights

There is a summer in every winter despair there is an autumn in the vernal equinox

The birds have flown are coming back through the empty street-skies of matter’s destiny

Rains can build the relative frames they can construct the terrapin-law minds 

They move in with the distance the shorter the arm the long it goes

Every arrow is the speck of glass-sand in the equilateral circle of the rose

There language are not words but profusion of streamlets into the ultraviolet end of the spectrum, the prima matra is there …is there like a sign without the sign as with the sign on sign as sign

Kari Kura Keret Hroam!

Just as the snails cross the trapezium’s end through the alblackica bed of time and space

Within that interval I am standing there waiting for you to win back the golden carnival

Hours to minutes are seconds to years adding their own substance to the light body of the earth …the purple turns the blue into the madness of the red to conquer the black

The white is the soldier in the grey fountain of life, the sparrows are not dying

They articulate the free-mandalas of speech that within them the ions of heliums are dancing so free, they can remake the whole creation with light that remains inside the iroton Q-cube with Iroton.

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture from Pink Floyd Archives