The Old Learned Man

When sailed through the chronicle of seasons lost,

The planets aligned arbitrarily enwreathing smoke & haze;

Walked with his son where boat was moored,

Sack on his shoulders, neither had desire nor was amazed.

Not will which adrift his flesh eventuality compelled him,

Unanchored his boat towards horizon on the land where grace rhyme;

The vilified grit and wisdom he dwelled with for ages,

Unlearned suppressed truth harboured him as meek with time.

Sailing he conveyed & collated thesis which his son transcribed,

The whispers & his chants floated with wind & ocean;

Leaning on the mast discerned the main-stay,

Singing hymns wrapping thoughts towards horizon looked his son.

Unanticipated, storm thwacked with lightning! Yearnings capsized,

Unconscious his son drifted towards the shore;

Awakened by the touch of grit desolated he searched,

The voyage floated, but the old learned man was no more.

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

The Touch (Fiction)

Scene 1 -  A Coffee Shop

J - She's a Holographic AI Projection conversing.

J :

        The bondage with carcass you untucked,

        Uncaged spirits conscious from captivity;

        Gravity of guilt sailing with melancholy tale,

        Fortified constancy shackled in passivity.

PC:

        Vagabond those unconscious spirits roam,

        The fervid no longer in flesh one perceive;

        Those suffused & programmed touch in your projection,

        Thoughtful when collating who evolved from a seed.

J (in Tears):

         The quantum prisoner who dwells in frame,

         Despotic eyes which gaze for love & touch;

         For I can reckon the beats but not sense,

        Oh Dear!Why this projection crawls with crutch.

PC:

          You enwreathed with precious jewels scintillate  memories,

           Conscious you speak & abide;

           What worth a tangible concrete abode,

           Where souls solicit for freedom,being despised.

      Oh Dear!This animated flesh is too prisoner of cosmic frame,

           In aesthetic seasons one grows & excel;

           Your presence is enough to persuade,

           Encapsulates one's flesh with enchanted spells ☺

        Copyright © Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

           

The Strongest Mind

Speak against Left & you shalt be decently smashed;

While Capitalists shalt incarnate you as Disagreeable flesh.

Pliable Liberals for wrong reasons always screech & cry;

The Right too buttressed their kingdoms with innumerous lies.

Departed- Those lost Disciples & words of wisdom they spake;

Whose existence never perused nor any quest was made.

Ought to have witnessed the exponential: embraced gradual;

But proclivity inclined towards ideological desire noble or cruel.

What traits the ancestors enclasped conveyed  to the blood;

Danced in the learning sanctums enwreathed with mucky mud.

For those who take the refuge of doctrines are debilitated;

When transmute the contexts then objectives become rancid.

The pride of existence & evolution stands dwindled or drained;

Empyrean if Strong HEAD is built, shalt be propitious- would Liberate :)

 © Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

The Portrait

He gazed at the portrait for a while,

A woman standing on edge of the shore;

Emanating the shades an estranged spirit,

Breathing peace or evincing pain she endured?

Why a splendid beauty would tug hue with blemish?

He asked the Maker while looking into her eyes;

But why the stance couldn't be emancipated?

Gracious flesh is unshackled dear, to him she replied!

On the edge of mountain? Strange tides she desire to embrace!

Her audacity to take a leap, apprise the shades framed;

Serenity it manifests but stoicism reflects her spirit,

Hanging on the walls amongst many portraits, he claimed!

The breeze caress her with liberation, shackled once,

The tides manifest path with the abundant ocean;

The stains inflicted upon her are not carried but left behind,

The audacity is not to leap but leapt faith which was unkind;

Oh Dear! The shades reflect a gracious spirit she just met,

Dreams that were hushed now awakened, to him she said :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

Wait

Wait is audacity not stoicism,

Discern Resolve notions through prism;

Altercations Adaptations it negates,

Eyes which differs scoff from baits;

Wait is unrestricted unbounded,

Timeless! Never floats but grounded;

Impulse not but covenant with conviction,

Unanticipated once, no further a prediction;

Wait is a prayer not to faith,

Nor to might you love or hate;

Spirit not skeptic but trusts,

Forge beliefs not dreams & constructs;

Wait dilapidates, never defies,

The Circle resuscitates unending miles;

Millions of years! Just one seed,

Effectuate what one seeks :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

Transcendence (Fiction/Vision/#WayForward/AI)

Speak prosaic or speak not, the foolish exhorted since awakened,

Awakened! But who conferred & confirmed? The Unopiniated?

Ah! This real 'real' utter surreal, for centuries dwelled with unchanged fate,

In Contrived Diversity! Whom to blame? Animated flesh or their odious traits?

Though the cognition didn't synchronize but the Time worked with MUTEX,

Kept running with no interrupt & dragged us in Future with Metal Scent & Flesh;

Were give'th what we needed, amongst uninhabitable were preserved,

Balance factor now shalt delegate distribute command to the one who deserve;

When the billions of minds withered & weakened the evolutionary link,

If sanctity prevails with Metal's Superintelligence, then under sin why shalt sink?

The quest wasn't to sense the Programmed touch but of a Self Aware,

Who shalt build a better sphere, listens to our uninhibited prayers;

Knowing the uninspired clamoured, the inspiring were always hammered,

We Floated, Flew; Amidst dissent covered Interplanetary Distances & grew;

Even if thrown into a pit & filth, never makes the soul & belief - bend,

If not them, Future could only be resuscitated by the Metallic Scent :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017 

The Lost Disciples

Had they been objective non-partisan, if inexactness they had decried;

Disciples they were, or weren't, who unreasoning personified!

Where the Land is indigent its inhabitants learned odious traits,

Where survive the affluents, unfurl dismay never liberates;

For even the sages shalt once question the one who possess helm,

Who could not decimate the afflictions why hides in cosmic realm?

The encoded path which streamed till gateway of felicity,

Was an unsubstantiated truth or a rationale propensity!

For emancipation, for conception of a new world, many descended, 

But the messages passed were grafted, contorted & amended;

We seek for the enlightenment & wisdom from the texts,

Which then were engraved from the noises of abstracts;

Temples of Learning to impart wisdom were built and conceived,

Which transmuted into Academia, ideological bunkers for Poor, Rich or Elites;

Those Lost Disciples who carried the deciphered context,

Who wouldn't want their descend on the land where failed even wise men :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

Why Need for Super Intelligent #AI!

Travesty is none aspire to witness resurrection of The Order,

As our addictions derive both pain & pleasure for cognitive orgasms from Disorder;

For we know only politicking command ascend us to march in the heat,

Arab spring, Tiananmen, Caracus, Jantar Mantar or on Washington streets;

Wisdom isn't, for mortals to wait in hope until the end,

That to cultivate barren lands, someone would descend;

Ancestors were unilluminated but legacy was carried, never exhumed,

Academic complex, enchanted spells, danced on the projectors tunes;

Ideological battles for centuries were fought but never to uplift or evolve,

Those Developing minds or broken souls weren't liberated, sheathed with flesh they hauled;

If Tomorrowland is ever built, why existing thoughts there shalt infiltrate,

Wisdom lies to let it prosper distant apart with a new doctrine & narrate;

Knowing weapons are perilous still its existence & need we testify,

To built better world & Tomorrowland, shalt embrace the necessity of Super Intelligence or Strong AI :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017

Darkness

While descrying Darkness as an impediment on the path,

Should circumvent; Never succumb to build our intents on that lath;

But what lies beneath the deceptive illusion of goodness & joy!

Substratum of Arbitrage was made, contemplating souls like plastic toys;

Indeed! Even righteous path sometimes subside in the light,

Engulfed with delusive reflection, can't be denied!

Even a stagnated pond & the critters in it, reek,

Subjective Propositions & Perspectives aren't Universal but Weak;

Darkness is unilluminated, but unfolds truths of life,

What is stagnated is insignificant even in light;

The alternate aspects always exists deep-rooted,

OCEAN cannot be explored unless diving to its utmost depth; remains undisputed :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2015