The poems in Dark Revolver, in their sheer visionary power, speak of Kali, the dark-skinned goddess of destruction, time and death. All of the three elements have haunted the imagination of legions of both poets and philosophers alike. Beguiling and bewildering, these poems parallel issues that plague the human civilization of today: the ravaging of innocence, the decay of the soul, the apathetic nature of the modern individual and his exhaustive obsession with the past, and the intellectualization of divine madness. The path before us is set in ancient carvings of stone. Venture into the darkest reaches of the universe, never to return. Every nanosecond, every breath is devoted and dedicated to the worship of legendary beings. Transcend Maya, awaken your senses with every turn of the page. Man shall once again revel in the ancient ways of spiritual passion. The evolution of Hinduism has taken inspiration into the forays of otherworldly realms. As you flip the pages, you'll find Kali glorifying each and every verse with her mystical immanence. Proving to us yet again that, in this age of Kali Yuga, her dance has no end or beginning.