Thursday, September 26, 2013

How IBM Watson helped me select the right mobile apps : A science fiction


This is a fictional narrative on cognitive mobiles. With Supercomputers like +IBM Watson, cognitive computing has become an immediate reality. Can these cognitive computers solve our real life problems and confused mind? This article presents a dream where a man's misery with mobile app is resolved with the help of a cognitive computer!

Please read more and share your thoughts at http://ibm.co/1bHDRyb

Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem: How to dine in a dizzy street

This season of idols and icons
When rains are random and revered
When I know evening is never even to all
When my wife went to hometown
I went for a passive dinner a little afar

A photo by giancarlo de luca: under non-commercial license.
















Love for noise
Love for gaze
Love for traffic
Love for crowd
Random thoughts guided me in bumpy road
It welcomed my grumpy stumpy thoughts

I am silenced by fading shades of faces
I am stoned to the fuming walls

On every second eateries
People gazed away their dinner
Chewing them like muted cows of unknowns

On the other side walks
I found them swallowing like snakes too
I found them dumping their stomach 
They were jerks and ill in my terms

The first group was silent and detached
Food was a passage of their thoughts

The second was vocal and enchanted
Food was a just a passage for blood and flesh

Both the groups were so muted
Their shadows were more vocal and hungry

Everywhere I saw crowd and chaos
But all of them were silent and tied to an order
An order so invisible and invincible
At least by this stagnant moments of night

By the time I finished my dinner
I was hurrying home
To cook my brain once again
To feed some crows waiting somewhere

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Poem: Story Of a Fortune Cookie

How to write a poem
On the walls of a fortune cookie






















When you know you have a sea at heart
It equals sleeping on a blast furnace
Or perhaps like on the shore of an oil spill
That kills many stomach bleeding food
That wipes out many more organs of desire
That wraps up untold stories of misery
That never weeps to the worrying seaweeds

It weaves a lovely edible lattice
It leads me to a meadow of meshes and circuits
It holds myriads of nice words and weaves

In its crystalline lovely lattice
That shines beneath an iron sheath
I saw a purple pupil that I love lost
It was like a night even where stars lose sheen

In the dried up moments
I went for a chase in my hometown
I went in a summer equinox
Running away from blanket of nightmares
Like a hunter for shades and shadows

I know not any art of spiders
To cave all the emoticons and laugh
Every inch and pinch of salt
It is a fortune cookie

Every pine and pillars
It is a magic lamp
It landed on a sea
And spill over like a magic cube
It went up to a highway hill
Stood up like a lightening love
It knows not any oil spills
That has blindfolded its breathing wishes

I know this will not stand as a poem for any
I know this is not versified in any senses
I know this has lost its rhythm for many songs
I know this is a broken chain of words

Now I know where all these fortune cookies are meant to be
Now I need to buy a market to trade their lovely lattice and labor lost
Now I never will sing a song for ring roads of their mermaids and heavens
Now I dare to call upon the stars that stare at this son of black magic

When the story meets its creator
Every fortune cookie will have its meat
And then it will drink from its own vine yards

+Gokul Alex 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Poem: Young lady and the Sea










Young lady and the sea
They began a journey
In the crust of a daily mountain

Their own nimbus clouds
They soaked the earth of their own
Veins they bleed, Voids they loved
They were countless in roots and soils

Young lady walked across the shores
She could share her eyes for all the waves to come
Yet she stared at a beacon of men
Yet she stood for the caving emotions

Waves were mad and melodious
They found her young
In their wilderness they embraced her feet
Open skies where they meet
Olive leaves where they meet

Sea was full of naked weeds and algae
A gaze through the waters
A gale of the mirrors
They carved songs beyond
Ocean was waking up to the winds

Young lady and the sea
They kept their distance
At respectable ends
They traveled in parallels and prisms
They waved their hands
At miserable moments

Young lady and the sea
They loved one earth
Their songs and blood
They were ashes and clouds
Young lady and the sea

+Gokul Alex