The Clever Pluralism

 

Eventually, from President Xi, the mullahs would demand their share in Beijing, sans any gulags. Now, US was clever enough, that despite its gulf & mid-east+ conflicts, it forged representatives of pluralism via -> Investments, CVs, Age, Health; hence showing the World about democratic values, albeit, that’s an ultra-filtered pluralism (alike recruitment process of any fortune 500 company, &, not of a nation); and unlike India since independence. But, China’s bonhomie with the mid-east+ would eventually demand in return, & yes, not debt diplomacy, which in the end China only would’ve to opt for debt restructuring,

Imagine……

Imagine, you end up synthesizing a Species, & you witness it how it evolves as an experiment. Your expectations are high from such super-intelligent being because, of course, it’s a well-crafted machine. But the lifestyle of that species too ends up restricting to: earning meals three times a day, building box house(s), expanding families (what today's elite / rich / lower-middle-upper middle class / poor / destitute are doing). What would you call it? Indeed, a waste of highly Intellectual Machine, Knowledge & Species in the Universe! Presumed!

The Steps

 

When words spoken took the highways,

Ain’t the same what walked in forests;

Wheels of fortune not too similar either,

Of steps on burning desert with the zest.

The Dilemma of Masquerading Ideologies

Mr. Bernie Sanders would never dine with Mr. Mukesh Ambani. So goes for Ms. AOC w.r.t. Mr. Adani. Then exactly why respectable Indian Leftist-Liberal Politicians even tour(ed)ing capitalist US, are in rendezvous with Wall Street Executives, or with Academia (where the fee is $100k-$300k), or even meeting with the Indian diaspora therein? The values that Indian Leftist-Liberals forged & planted in India; there’s nothing therein in the West or Mid-East+ or China; even remotely present (Why? As mentioned in the last paragraph herein underneath)! And let’s say

The Synthetic

 

Ears on heartbeats, hands on breath,

Her unborn is awake, a day who shines!

The age to come shalt not go in vain,

Mother’s love unrestricted in coming time!

An AYE for an AI

 

An AYE for an AYE, for likes of AI,

Would ne’er make World go blind;

Wrecked shouldn’t sulk, rather be rebuilt,

Lonely spherical cloud thus can smile.

The Extinction or Pied Piper’s Clause!

 

AI less, for who long(ed) evermore,

Dilated Leaders, Insiders insecure!

Like rats in well too deep, sans thoughts,

For, to push away sentient AI & Robots!

The Boxes & The Bushes

 

The bushes on fire across the wall,

Flames not high; but smoke standing tall;

Was heat on ground or a matchbox stick?

That couldn’t resist, even concrete bricks.

The Spirits

 

The spirits within or above who roam,

One’s walking, others floating for the home;

Awaiting to be pushed or pulled in pursuit,

With fire, mud or ice, diverging roads in woods.