Please read my poem published in the website Festival for Poetry:
The journey of a knife That fell upside down Out of its tainted edges On a melting pot of love and life In a state of inverted coma
30 Friday Oct 2015
Posted Semiotics
inPlease read my poem published in the website Festival for Poetry:
The journey of a knife That fell upside down Out of its tainted edges On a melting pot of love and life In a state of inverted coma
25 Sunday Oct 2015
A wise bird, wiser than the west
It blend beak of voice and a beacon afar
Deftly blending clouds with feathers
Spread over wicked continents
Which is shifting opinions as in tectonic plates
Continent of men, clouds of winged meanings
Drifting oceans, Dithering wings
They meet in swarms and grooves
In a season of stealth and drones
No one wants an yellow messenger
That whispers to the wind, vividly
It could tilt and slope, incline and invade
The valley of vultures and other dreaded signs
No one want an yellow messenger
That could see beyond the tropic clouds
That could foretell the origin of nemesis
That could groove vision in your timid eyes
That bridges light unto your iris canals
No one want an yellow messenger
That carves blissful voices in your yellow belles
Bile is bile, vile is vile, primate is primate and so is the Continental drift
24 Saturday Oct 2015
Posted Semiotics
inDeadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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23 Friday Oct 2015
A tilde, a rose
A mark of rising
It is on the west
Spine of a diagonal kind
It runs through the streets
Ellipsis of a rigid fabric
It is etched in a silent wool
Spiders diced up and running
Sans web, Sans sunshine
Dried up poisons, dreadful twigs
A visceral life, unfolds in the fork
A minuscule breath, fumes in a desert chest
Nothing to flow, nothing to ebb and elk
Every sky is ripe for a retreat to the mountain
A mountain that spins unto its last
Height of madness
Hitherto humid and hue
Has a hive to loss
It is neither a beehive nor a volcano
it is just a mountain than spins to exist
It is just a mountain that declines to mourn
Quite inclined to the west wind
It spins past its fiddling valleys
Spinning is an art of vultures
Who watches him from flattened hilltops
Spinning is a defense of the weak
Who can’t burn the chest and break the bones
Spinning is a science of magnets
Who love to pursue polar origins
This mountain spins from its peak
This mountain had a pagan past
When it cherished the prairie flocks
To clear its fuming peaks
Every mountain has a choice
Either to erupt in volcanic genres
Or to spin forever in gyrations
Death of opinions, dearth of wickedness
Deep down the valleys, docked in yards
Thus the soiled giant was shaken to freeze
None to flock, none to flower, valleys were mute
Mountain was gazing its tilting future
It was slopping and hopping in time
It could sense its clock stopping to gyrate
It could sense its vibrant peaks edging out of time
It was gracious enough not to fall on the chest of its valleys
It could just flatten, flatten and flatten its pinnacles
Loving the valley till the end, it ended up being a hamlet
Wretched and howling, muted and minced
Diced and winking, shivering and crushed
It was just a hamlet, in the center of gravity
And the coming generations will never believe
A spinning mountain ever existed
Neither have it sprout again
22 Thursday Oct 2015
Posted Semiotics
inDear Friends, One of my poem titled ‘Humid Room’ is published in an international literary portal called ‘Festival for Poetry’. Please read and share with your friends.
Genre: Philosophical
HUMID ROOM
by Gokul Baby Alex
I feel I am not alone in this room
It breaths and crawls with my antics
So much of emotions brewing here
So much of humidity lives here
A plenty of sweat and despair is born
Simmering out of sickness
It grows weird in my eyesight
I have another humid half
I know it is not made up of my days
I know it is not cooked in my dreams
It may be the other end of my porous beliefs
They see through the wedges of my pupil
A world full of half-baked ideas
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20 Tuesday Oct 2015
Online social networks are a world of its own. Data, design, advertisements, people, aspirations, networks altogether a topology of affairs evolving on its own patterns and terrains. There is distinct politics and economics in the dynamics of social media and social networks. To locate the human capital in social networks, we need to understand and define the specific nature of communication methods and control functions in this landscape.
The social network bandwagon is expected to grow to a gargantuan scale such that the number of worldwide users is expected to reach some 2.5 billion by 2018, around a third of world population. An estimated half a billion of these users is expected to be from China alone and approximately a quarter of a million from India. The region with the highest penetration rate of social networks is North America, where around 60 percent of the population has at least one social account. As of 2015, over 70 percent of the United States population had a social networking profile. Statistics goes on to say that 72% of all internet users are now active on social media.
Famous American philosopher, Kenneth M. Sayre had taken up pioneering studies on the contours of cybernetics and information theory. He defines Cybernetics as the study of communication and control functions of living organisms, particularly human beings, in view of their possible simulation in mechanical systems. Along these lines, we can see that in online social networks there is an evident convergence of human mind and the information capital produced collectively by network society. This results in the creation of a human capital which is highly fragmented across psychographic dimensions.
Information structures in the online social networks have acquired significant control functions over the human behavior such that now we are controlled by the information we consume and create in these hyperspaces. It is an interesting development predicted by the pioneers of cybernetics. Through the simulation of real world experiences, online social networks have become highly successful in fragmenting human mind and driving the humanity to become the manifestation of intellectual capital. In this article we use the concepts of intellectual capital, information capital and human capital quite lucidly. However they follow certain economic lineage in precise terms. Human capital has primary form of existence on which information capital and intellectual capital exist as dependent forms of capital accumulation.
Recently IBM CEO, Gini Rometty has famously predicted the emergence of cognitive business and the eventual subservience of digital economy under the larger canvas of cognitive economy. Though this prediction can be perceived as a sweeping statement in the current state of affairs, there is a definite possibility for such a development. With the convergence of human capital and information capital in the techno centric data trade networks such as social media, intellectual capital gains significant autonomy and predominant market position.
Leveraging this accumulation and acculturation of intellectual capital, dependent market structures will emerge paving way for the domination of cognitive business. There is such a dire need for generating sensible insights from the dark data circulating in the global supply chains and distribution channels. Let us closely follow the patterns and trends in the data monetization networks to sense the acceleration and momentum of this seismic change and cognitive shift.
18 Sunday Oct 2015
They meet at the center of the universe
A lazy spider with a venomous lust
Saliva in its glue glut and savage webs
A worker bee with a frivolous fist
Nectar useless to its soul, it carried to the mountains
They meet in utter disdain and in vertical azimuths
They are in the shades of a poison tree
Positioned in between the twigs of life and death
Honey and glue, they never formed a pebble burst
Outlanders, they are, outlandish they are
Flattened legs and fuming eyes, they both survived their angst
Poles apart, they were chased down by magnets
In fear and fever, they parted ways
Spider on the ladder, Bee on the beach
Spider sans web, Bee sans beehive
They felt loneliness to the core, crippling with time
Laziness to the haze, spider survived the seasons
In meditation, intricate to its own nascent senses
Tepid and torrid, worker bee made hexagonal worlds
Gaze of a gory child, it was nothing but an unconscious life
When strains equal music, they must meet again
Lazy spider and worker bee, distant they are, adjoined by effervescence
Lust and wickedness, they meet in magnetic poles
Only to wither away in weathers of conjectures
18 Sunday Oct 2015
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Anima, Animality, Anthropology, Caricature, Creativity, Culture, Design
I know you hate a slaughterhouse
I know what you eat with slit tongues
I know what lures your sly saliva
I know what bites your bile and bovine
I know what irks your intimate ingest
I know you love beefed up truth
I know you like cooked up lies
I know you pore hot porridge
I know you have chimes, crabs and nebula
I know you meet your muscles and minion ego
Unlike me, you cherish your bovine spirits and bile vines
Thinking about a savage kitchen, you perish in my baked lands
And I shall have you in my last supper in the retreat to unfreedom
17 Saturday Oct 2015
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Anima, Animality, Anthropology, Caricature, Colors, Computation, Culture, Design, Devices, Emotions
Beat it my heart, through your vessels
Bugles and burns, heart of my ace
Speed of these songs, tunneling through the veins
Quite impersonal, blood of various colors and tinge
Binge on the soil, oozing at a fast pace
River bed and rock bottom, stethoscope to compute
Fiddling counts of hopes, despair, illness and frivolous thoughts
Unlike any other peep, this time it is a measure of heart and life
I am bound by my numbers, waves and cardio muscles
17 Saturday Oct 2015
It is odd and even , spread out
Skin of a fillet, fuming out
I spill love and lust, poised out
It is calm and callous, wiped out
Memoirs of a leaf, lashing out
I am a fish, etched out of soils
Primal fears, oozing out of saliva
Ghastly and gory, I bleed a sin
Death and dance, distilled out
Humid and haze, humming out
It is a beacon of light, beaming out
Finesse of a fizzog, foiling out
A greenhouse ghost, gleaming out
I surrender, I surrender, I surrender
Rising in a rib, ribboned to a rocket
I salute, I salute, I salute savages