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Àŧùl Dec 2015
The first buffalo IVFed in India,
And the world is named Pratham.

It was produced by Hand-Guided Cloning technique,
By the Animal Biotechnology scientists here at NDRI.

High precision was not enough,
100% accuracy was the need here.

But now they have developed techniques using micromanipulator,
Still it requires expertise and it's only a tad bit convenient & easier.

The youngest cloned buffalo born is named Rajat,
It is both alive since July 23, 2014 and also kickin' its keepers.
NDRI - the locally popular acronym for National Dairy Research Institute, is both my home since childhood and my M.Tech (Animal Biotechnology) Deemed University college.

Pratham means 'first' in Sanskrit.

My HP Poem #933
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2024
I'm again in a transition,
A non-medical scientist by my schooling,
A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion,
These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job,
For another new opportunity that I grabbed,
One of the many exams I cracked,
This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer.

I marvel at what life has shown me,
Educated at school in non-medical sciences,
Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education.

Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift,
Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology
Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident,
Survived the 23-day coma against all odds.

Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life?
200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma,
104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries,
Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye.

Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy,
Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery,
But I survived.

The second paradigm shift here was my survival.

They had said at the hospital,
"Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2,
And the lost cases come to HDU #7."

BUT I DIDN'T DIE.

I survived everything that you threw at me,
Everything, even negative people,
Who made weird recommendations.

What did they recommend to my parents after the accident?
— to make me join an easier degree course,
— to make me train for weaving baskets,
— to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread,
— and what not to discourage my family,
— my parents had dreams for their only child,
— all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma,
— and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks,
— where I endured immense pains.

Oh life, you've been so hard!
You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012,
I didn't die,
I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology.

More loneliness followed,
I still didn't give up on life,
Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology.

The third paradigm shift was next,
When I cleared 4 recruitment exams,
And joined as a Probationary Officer
With the State Bank of India.

The fourth paradigm shift now comes,
I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer,
With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India.

I defeated death,
But I seem to be fighting a lost battle
Against loneliness in my life.
My HP Poem #1960
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2024
Parents arranged my marriage with a girl.
I liked her at first sight—young and chirpy.
And I made up my mind to marry her soon.

In the followup to the marriage,
We interacted with each other,
In the beginning, I liked her.

Soon, courtship turned one-sided,
I was the only one interested,
Insulting me, she started.

She had a problem with quick love.
Berated me for saying it so soon,
She told me to behave mature.

I accepted her remarks,
The criticism of my ways,
I focused on all my means.

I proudly told her that I didn't give up.
The coma-inducing accident, and
Injuries couldn't reduce me.

I told her about how I literally won a war,
A war against time and disability,
The doctors labeled me as 42% challenged.

"But I didn't give up," I told her.
I defeated my disability,
And all of their speculations.

When I passed into that coma,
After the accident, I'd die,
They had speculated.

When they diagnosed me 42%,
I will do some easier work,
They all had guessed.

They wanted me to drop out of college,
Oh, they want me to be humble,
Be humble and accept fate.

Not that the other job is easier,
But they wanted me to set up a shop,
For daily needs, stationery & photocopy.

Even my mother wanted me to drop out.
Leave the B.Tech. Biotech incomplete,
Opt for an easier course instead.

But I told her that I didn't give up,
No, I did not; I did not give up.
I fought my way to the top.

I cleared my B.Tech. degree in Biotechnology,
Not only that degree, but my story continues,
Attained an M.Tech. in Animal Biotechnology.

I initiated a PhD in Animal Biotechnology,
However, I had to quit it due to COVID19,
I lost my opportunity due to the pandemic.

But she, out of her own regret,
Regretted about not being able,
To clear exams, me she insulted.

"People with disability achieve more."
I felt belittled, but she continued,
"They even crack UPSC-CSE."

I'm not disabled since birth.
No, I'm not, I'm not, I told her.
This disability I acquired in 2010.

I told her the same,
But she did not realise it.
How wrong she was.

How she had insulted me and my struggles,
I can't marry her,
The man I am today is after my struggles.

Though she loved my poetry,
The 'Angel?' Saga the most,
But she insulted my history.

She even compared my life against others.
As if she knows all the people like me,
My dreams shattered due to that accident.

No, she knows everyone not,
She doesn't know others who gave up.
Look at me; I didn't give up, but I'm victorious.

But she was not impressed.
She is rigid and argumentative.
Never going to apologise & accept.

I told her mother that I couldn't marry her.
Why? Because she doesn't know humility.
Obviously, she can never respect me either.

She wanted me to respect her.
She thought that only hers matters.
Because I live in the inferiority complex.
I'd rather spend my life alone than with some egotistical person who would insult my life to extract sadistic pleasure out of it.

My HP Poem #1985
©Atul Kaushal
snarkysparkles Sep 2015
when i told people in my first block class at school, a science class, that my favorite movie was straight outta compton, they all laughed.
and i guess i understood why. im a little white girl that was wearing a skirt that day. okay, so thats nice.
i guess i cant like things because i live in a pretty nice neighborhood and im white and im a girl.
but guess what.
i like straight outta compton because i understand the people part of it. like oh god.
i used to love going to the movies because i could escape my reality, which ***** more than people know because i dont tell them things sometimes, but i havent enjoyed a movie in years because every reality in my life has completely taken over and defeated me.
but maybe i like straight outta compton so much because for the first time in years, i actually connected with something that felt real to me.
yeah ok, its just a movie.
but watching the movie, i got to meet these characters and they became my friends. i dont care about how lame that is.
this is a poetry site. look at all the angst. and my gosh, look at that fourth wall i just broke.
ice cube is my friend. ren is my friend. yella too. all my friends, and i watched them get shoved to the ground outside their own recording studio.
because they were black.
and sitting in the movie theatre seat in my nice neighborhood in my white skin, i cried.
i cried my eyes out, because those actors onscreen were telling me a story in the personas of these new friends of mine.
i cried when eazy found out he had aids. just when nwa was about to get back together.
it was like watching a personal potential victory slip right between my fingers. it felt so close.
and i watched his body shake in agony. eazy cried. he had months to live.
in my white skin in my nice movie seat in my nice neighborhood where ive never had to watch anyone die, i cried because in that moment, all of it was real to me.
you cant explain something like that, not even to your friends.
in my nice neighborhood where there arent streetwalkers and people doing coke and peoples houses getting rammed down by the cops, my friends dont want to listen to nwa because of all the cussing.
and i think, there is so much that you miss if you initially reject it because you dont like it, because you think that it hurts your character.
hear no evil, see no evil.
you dont want the cussing floating around in your head.
its bad. its sinful.
but my gosh, its only words.
i dont think that eazy wanted the doctors diagnosis in his head.
i dont think that he wanted to deal coke and get almost caught by the police. i think he wanted to stay in the safe neighborhood with me in the nice movie seats crying about some other character on the screen that had their dreams crushed and their life taken.
i dont think that ice cube wanted to be taken advantage of by his manager.
i dont think i would like that either.
i dont like that people think that my friend, ice cube, isnt as smart as the little white girl in her biotechnology class. people might look down on him because hes black, or because gangsta rap made him do it, or because he didnt come from the nice neighborhood with the movie theater that i was crying in because my friends were being beaten.
maybe im crazy for saying this, but....i think maybe the movies arent supposed to always entertain us or make political statements or educate us or wow us with light shows.
maybe theyre meant to give us new perspectives we dont get because we live in nice neighborhoods with our movie theaters and our friends nwa that dont get to live here because they came from compton and got thrown in jail because they used their right to freedom of speech or got aids and died.
my friends werent all good. they did drugs and abused women, and im not okay with that, but i love them anyway, yknow?
because theres just one type of folks. not real or fictional, not actors and audience, not black and white.
just folks.
just friends.
Àŧùl Apr 2013
When an ***** is fertilized by a *****,
And is done in vivo,
Which means,
In nature,
A female is the receptor who receives *****,
An embryo then develops out of the *****,
And it usually signifies a symbol of love.

But here in Embryo Biotechnology Lab,
It is done in vitro,
Which means,
In glass,
Female germ cell receives ***** in a test tube,
An embryo is then developed with desired traits,
And then a clone - or a desired G.M.O. is created.
Written in Embryo Biotechnology Lab, Animal Biotechnology Center, National Dairy Research Institute
G.M.O.: Genetically Modified Organism used for various purposes favorable to human beings
National Dairy Research Institute or N.D.R.I. is located in India at Karnal, Haryana
My HP Poem #146
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Similar but unidentical primers used,
To amplify the same gene
But from different organisms,
And the consequences are again
Similar but not identical.

A useful technique it is
As the genetic code
Itself is degenerate,
Meaning several different
Codons code for the same
Amino acid.

Different organisms
Are allowed this way
To have unique genetics
For highly similar proteins.

We use degenerate primers as well,
When designing is based
On protein sequences
Because of unknown
Codon sequences.

Them we may use
For resurrecting extinct animals
And play God.

It's already happening,
The beautiful Pyrenean Ibex,
Also known as the Bucardo,
Hunted down to extinction,
In past not so distant,
Was brought back to life.

The science used was biotechnology,
Degenerate primers and another
Technique known as SCNT,
Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer,
Used in synergy to bring the ibex back.
My HP Poem #1790
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2024
You missed meeting me on May 7 in 2010,
You're one special memory among my men.

I rang you up before that accident,
And I knew not that I would fall then.

But you were depressed,
I looked to cheer you up addressed.

You were too gloomy,
You refused to accompany me.

I met with that accident,
And the rest is a historical dent.

The education system,
Me and you it did stem.

You found your calling,
Switched to highschool tuting.

I parried forward,
Kept crawling.

Though you gave up on your graduation,
I parried forward,
Yes, I carried my graduation forward.

A Bachelor of Technology degree takes 4 years,
I took 6, but it's fine, it's fine.

I'm proud of myself for not giving up,
When even bright students like you quit.

You kept your parents in the dark,
Never told them your true marks until they found it out by themselves.

Buddy, you could've just told me instead of quitting on it,
I could've made you study and work on yourself.

Look at me,
Just look at me.

I completed my B.Tech Biotechnology degree,
Instead of giving up even when my mother was not sure.

The whole world thought I could not complete my graduation,
But I even went to graduate school and obtained a postgraduate degree.

After I met with that accident, people suggested my parents,
To help set up a small shop for me to support my life beyond them.

But I never gave up,
I never gave up.

I can visualize Death waiting for me by my ICU bedside,
And I can also see it in anguish after getting defeated by my resilience.

Although I failed to obtain a PhD as COVID made me change my plans,
I bounced back in full glory and tasted worldly success.

I cracked not just one competitive recruitment exam,
But I cleared as many as 4 of them.

Now, old friend, I'm happy where you're headed to with your splendid performance at your coaching effort, yes, I respect your decision,
But you used to be smarter than I was at school.

We sang together,
Yes we did.

I played the guitar & sang,
You played the keyboard & sang more melodiously.

Oh, I remember what happened when we covered a popular song,
The Bollywood song is called “To Phir Aao.”

I started playing the riff,
“Tede-dede, Tede-dede,
Tede-dede, Tedede-Tede,”

But then your mobile went off,
“Ting-ding-ding, Tiding-ting,
Ting-ding-ding, Ting-tidingting.”

We had just begun it along my rhythm guitars & Digitech Effects Processor's electronic drums sampler on my Marshal amplifier,
You were prepared to start singing in your melodious voice,
But your phone started to ring as soon as we began.

Still we continued the recording after you rejected the call,
So, brother, did you forget the lesson we both taught ourselves?

Let the world be on fire,
Let it distract you as much as it wants to spend its ire.

I never gave up on my bachelor's degree,
I even went on to get my postgraduate degree,
I could've even achieved a PhD title,
But the COVID19 pandemic made me change my plans.

But bro, why did you forget the lesson so soon?

Anyway, let bygones be bygones.

Now if someone comments that you couldn't complete the graduation you started at a top University,
I tell them that you're happy doing something that pays you well,
You have completed a B.Sc in Math, and an M.Sc too,
Now you are doing your B.Ed,
And you're happily married to a charming woman.
My HP Poem #1959
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2015
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Release date: 14th February, 2015

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Decorated with romantic, patriotic & social message-conveying poems, 7 Seconds is a great story revolving around the protagonist named 'Akshant' who is trying to search out his main motive in life in petty romantic escapades till a serious accident changes his world and he becomes serious towards his career. He works for the betterment of the entire globe by discovering a novel method of easily producing high-quality biodiesel. Towards the end, he is involved in a fight against the terrorists on a flight to Hamburg where he is going for participating in an international biotechnology conference.
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Matt Mar 2015
Take your vitamins Ray
All 150 that you take each day

That seems a bit excessive to me
A series of bridges:

Bridge one he says is to
Stay as healthy as possible
With diet and exercise
And current medicine

Bridge two:
Is the biotechnology revolution, where we can reprogram
Biology away from disease

Bridge three: Is to go beyond biology,
To the nanotechnology revolution
At that point he says nanobots can be injected
Into our bodies
They would augment our immune system

Now those nanobots could be helpful
To help prevent disease
But as far as allowing us to live forever
Sorry, it's not going to happen

We all age and die Ray
It's part of being a human being
You will not live forever Ray
And what kind of person would want to anyway?
So strange
How man feels like he must fight a natural process

Life will take its course
We all must return to the source of life
After we have lived
Àŧùl Aug 2024
Life needs a fire of happiness inside me.

The one inside me died when people refused to even have a look at my independently published novels.

I tried to write books inspired metaphorically by my own life-threatening coma-inducing high-speed bike accident. When the Indian publishers rejected my manuscript, terming it as poorly written or full of proofing errors, I self-published my novels on the Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing Program.

So far, I have successfully achieved twice as much success than what I envisioned in my first novel. I completed my graduation despite that accident, just like Akshant did so in the novel. Then I even got the M.Tech on institutional scholarship. Afterwards, I even started a PhD course in Animal Biotechnology from the same ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute as my M.Tech on institutional scholarship, but had to quit it when COVID19 struck. I started preparing for various competitive recruitment exams.

I qualified as a Probationary Officer with the Bank of India through the IBPS PO/MT CRP-XII, but joined the State Bank of India as a Probationary Officer because that was a better option.

As I had cleared even SSC-CGLE AAuO exam, I later quit the SBI PO job when I received the call letter from my present job.

Some people have even dared to defame my novels by rating them badly on Amazon.

Now I have to accept that I can't ever expect my friends, relatives, or colleagues to read my novels. I'll just focus on my job and forget that I wasted 14 years in writing and self-publishing the 9 titles on Amazon as Kindle eBooks and hardcopies. Maybe my depression will help me passively **** myself one day.

My blood pressure is already much lower than normal. Vitamin supplements help, but temporarily.

So many artists have died due to depression. I shall not be the first one. People can go berate my novels on Amazon. My parents tell me that since I have a job now, I shouldn't focus on my creative expression.
Depressed because the society rejects me as just a lucky survivor. They don't give me an opportunity to prove myself. I feel that I'd be happier after I die. 🫥
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PJ Poesy Apr 2016
Allowance of difference transforms not entirety, but perhaps enough. We are cast all over the place. By chance some grow. Seeds of diversity bloom without genetic precursors. Hybrid’s forerunning amalgamations were somewhere in time not as pure. Half-bred mongrel dogs the same. Romulus and Remus suckle a wolf-***** surrogate. Even after hardships and trials together, turn on each other. Conditioning may not change what is inheriting, but has its influences. Feral children of ancient mythography become heroes of a Rome, who has since seen rise to popes. What injects change into society? Today’s biotechnology gives birth to genetically engineered seed of change. Who bows to New God, by its name Monsanto? Collectively, third-world nations in a final Round-Up. Extermination business as usual.
Àŧùl Oct 2024
My heart beats so strongly,
Yet it beats so softly.

In 2005,
I stepped into my high-school,
The last year of my high.

Dragon of my life,
Raged angrily as I performed,
Enjoying my efforts,
And I was honest,
My marks were nice,
Self-analysis gave me a few more.

Tasked with toiling hard,
All I did was procrastinate,
Shouldn't have done that,
Tests that I avoided,
Especially in secondary school,
Damaged my future goal.

Dawn and dusk,
I stayed awake,
Right then I thought about it,
Terribly doing at the test.

Seeing my Karma,
Obvious was the Phalam.

In the transition I experienced a lot.

Saw myself rise from potential death bed,
Helped by my loving parents,
Instead of passing away in anonymity,
Farewell to the first college,
Third girlfriend lied badly,
Essential narcissist off the ledge,
Dunno what she did prayed.

Transitions from non-medical sciences,
Over Biotechnology to commerce.

Men often are bitter,
Every time they jitter,
Deeming my actions unfair,
Inching me towards loneliness,
Calling me a Trojan Horse,
As they alienate ever,
Losing to my effort.

School, it was a great time,
College, it was just not mine,
Inundated by my tears,
Enthralled by my own life,
Never land of a comatose state,
Ceased to exist in my life,
Efforts put by my parents,
Slowly, I started on a clean slate.

And until now, I'm satisfied,
Not that the battle is won, but
Definitely I'm closer to victory.

Neither I am sad nor am I happy,
Over with the blues, I am patient,
But what if I never meet my end?

I don't want to live forever.

As I love my parents,
May they always stay with me.

Early adolescence is long gone,
Am missing those days,
Really carefree,
Not tensed,
I miss my past,
Not really the college,
Good were the school days.

Tasked with toiling hard to get a job,
Had I succeeded without help,
Really not without some grace,
Of my parents, and of my own,
Up above the recruitment exams,
Godly grace of my parents,
Helped me all along.

They all are happily married,
Had been my friends, but now
Enjoyin' only with their spouses.

Cheers to life,
Of course, I'm late,
Matters it to me,
Matter it does,
Early marriage was planned,
Really all got messed up,
Course of time,
Especially delivered to me.

Slowly, I realise my incompatibility,
Terribly wrong, wrongly terrible,
Realms of the dead I belonged,
Enjoying my life fully still,
Affluence sought-after,
My aim it remains.
My HP Poem #2005
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2019
Me
I am a qualified post-graduate engineering degree holder from NDRI Karnal now and I am trying to complete a PhD program. I completed my Bachelor of Technology degree in Biotechnology from MDU in spite of a terrible road accident that imposed a partial physically challenged state on my life. I already wrote one inspired by my life till the 4th semester of my B.Tech degree and imagining the extreme consequences of the unfortunate caste-based (instead of the only economic criterion) reservation fiasco which are about to take place now.

I am guilty of wasting my precious time in the untimely search for love. I wrote about it in a creative form.

It also has some situational poetry in English and Hindi apart from few dialogues in languages other than English.

You will be surprised to know how accurately I predicted the fuel crisis and the protagonist named Akshant Kautilya Sharma does his research towards developing better supplementary fuel to help the economy.

Akshant’s search for love ends in a girl who loves him since their childhood days.

Akshant Kautilya Sharma teams up with an unlikely ally to defeat the hijack attempt by the currently only-fictitious anti-caste based reservation system terrorist organisation named Shuddh Rakt.

Amazon.com: 7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life eBook: Atul Kaushal: Kindle Store
Ask me for the link to my novel.
John Prophet Dec 2016
Are we ready for what’s to come?
Will we know how to behave?
Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
Gia now has a neural net the brain is coming alive.
Things are changing at such a clip not like anything seen before. Things will never be the same.
Computers that once filled rooms are now held in the palm of our hands. Not too many years from now they’ll be cursing through our veins.
Nanotechnology, biotechnology, computer technology exploding at such a pace, soon enough, the internet will be connected to our face.
We’ll all be part of the global brain, have instant access to all the knowledge mankind has thus far obtained. Soon, artificial intelligence will join us where we live, things will never be the same. Machines will build machines smarter all the time. Where we go after all this may drive us insane.
Some say we’ll build virtual worlds every bit as real, and designed them to meet our every need, absolutely ideal. No one knows for sure which way all this will go.
I suggest you batten down the hatches though, it’s going to be quite the show.
John Prophet Dec 2016
We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after generation witnessing virtually no change.
Now, new generations are born into a world where technological change, in some cases is occurring in weeks. Information technology, biotechnology and nanotechnology morphing at near light speed.
Nearly everything current generations do centers around mobile technology. Their work, their play and their studies. This has never before been the case in the history of mankind. Instant knowledge at their fingertips. This will change them/us in ways that are yet to be determined, of this they're can be no denial!
The past and the future will forever be cleaved at this juncture of mans ascendence/desendence which ever path evolves.
Wake up everyone, the times, they are a changing.
Àŧùl Sep 2024
1.
But as of the present,
I'm only into bookkeeping,
As in I keep an eye on my assets.
2.
Those complex ratios are absent.
I'm currently into learning,
Later, I might go deep.
3.
I learnt non-medical sciences at school,
Went on to read biotechnology at college,
And ended up earning money in commerce.
4.
Those ratios can obviously wait until I learn.
I love what life till 33 has shown,
So far, it has shone.
5.
Haters will hate,
Like potatoes will potate,
The jealous will get deep-fried.
6.
I have my tasks to shoot down,
My affluence would increase.
And parents will be proud.
7.
This is the determination of the fallen—mine,
All that, I'll humbly reclaim what I had lost,
Alone or with a companion, it's to be seen.
My HP Poem #1988
©Atul Kaushal
John Prophet Sep 2019
Universal incubation.
Crucible of
creation.
Womb of
god.
Stars
manufacture,
elements created,
gravity congeals.
Planets form,
life sparks,
intelligence evolves.
Link
in the
chain.
Technology
develops,
evolves
explodes.
Information technology,
Nanotechnology,
Biotechnology.
Artificial intelligence,
Genie released.
Exponential growth.
Exponential intelligence
growth.
Global brain,
Galactic brain,
Universal brain.
Infinite mind.
God.
Travis Green Aug 2019
You are the physics lover lingering
within my soul, a law of luminescent
languages shining on the shores
of my heart, filling me up with wondrous
thoughts, Newton heavens, and states
of motion moving through my ocean,
every action within your Jupiter jam
equating with my existence, exciting forces
equaling mass times acceleration.
The swagalicious physicists flowing
through our worlds, sheer gravity pulling
us together as we kiss on high energy levels,
crystal components, magnified treasures
immeasurable, ultimate limits enlightened,
intertwined, theoretical tunnels of attraction
blazing bright within your hazel light,
composed continents, mathematical equations
running through your vivacious veins, sparkling
symbols on the sea of your glistening legs,
the laws of the universe swirling within your
crowned flight, your intriguing kinetic energy,
pleasant chemistry, more than metaphysics,
more than the heart of biochemistry and biomedical
science, exceeding biotechnology.  You are
the super scintillating physics on my skin,
a glowing masterpiece making me feel what
it means to fall in love with true intellect.
Johnny Noiπ Aug 2018
the history of **** female representation
couples w/ researches into AI; ever more
complex questions of biotechnology find
answers in the simplest romantic quatrain
Travis Green Aug 2019
I am the equilibrium of the universe,
an interior and exterior existence
synchronized, possessing boundless
power, majestic ruler, supreme Zeus
controlling the inventions of massive
mazes within the earth’s creation.  I am
complete and transcendent, internally
intelligent beyond heaven, beyond
ambition and crowned hearts, concrete
laws traveling the dimensions of time,
reality flight, planes, and domains,
hexagonal hallways and trigonometric
portals opening pyramids and sheer
triangles.  I wield the lightning bolts
of blazing blue electricity, hard
thumping thunder growling in the skyline,
monstrous breaths harboring crimson
verbs, soul-less similes, and metaphors,
smothering diction enclosed in nonfiction.
I can scan endless worlds and see into the hearts
of many, step onto vivid fields and feel
the pulsing drums vibrating the scene,
lyrical rhythms chopped and *******,
splintered, ****** in a place of isolation.
I am beyond advanced mathematics,
beyond the complex derivatives
and integration, beyond the Taylor
series and sequences of life, beyond
chemistry and enormous bridges
within its canvas, the physics
of nature, metaphysics over biophysics,
biotechnology over biomechanics,
bioengineering over electrical engineering.
I am over all these towering subjects,
and I hold the key to the universe.
John Prophet Mar 2018
Modernity.
Technology.
Racing
head long
helter-skelter
into the
future.
Like a
runaway train
speeding
out of
control.
Historic
societal norms
breaking apart.
What to
think,
what to
believe
losing
resonance.
Explosion of
information
barraging our
senses.
Overload.
Current institutions
clueless
of what’s coming.
Acceleration.
Biotechnology.
Information technology.
Nanotechnology.
Artificial intelligence.
All converging
on top of
our heads!
More change
coming
in the next
twenty years
than seen
in the
last three hundred.
What to
do?
How to
cope?
For now
at lest,
step away.
Relax,
visit nature.
Walk in the
woods.
Meditate,
sit by the
ocean.
Leave the
technology home.
Our minds came
from
simpler times,
not designed
for
light speed
change.
Step away,
at least
for awhile.
Reset your
sanity.
Less you
implode!



.
John Prophet Nov 2021
Metamorphosis.
Shape
shifting.
Accelerating
change.
Civilization
­altering.
Where to
now?
Never seen
before.
Such
change
never seen
before.
Revolution.
Mind
bending.
Revolutionary
change.
Tech­nology.
Biotechnology,
Nanotechnology,
Information
technology.
In­ parallel.
Warp seed
change.
Shaking
foundations.
Moulding
humanity.
Manipulating­
society,
civilization.
What was,
will never
be again.
Increasingly
so.
Too fast!
Unable to
react,
influence
course.
Too late?
Careful.
Can easily
fly off
the rails.
Àŧùl Jul 4
My poems, novels, and original music might be discovered by some alien civilisation someday. Why do I express faith in aliens? My real-world people and other inhabitants of the planet are too self-absorbed.

I don't blame anyone. I can’t blame anyone. Who would I spare if I begin to judge?

Strangers seem apathetic, but what have my people done for me? My former friends, colleagues, and distant relatives all refuse to even read my free poems.

I have stopped expecting. What good would a mechanical marriage be? If you can't admire my art and validate my efforts in life, why should I marry you?

If I were a rich kid to start with, I'd have hired a public relations manager. I'd pump millions to build my image. I'd make everyone read even my premium novels.

And then you'd have seen I'd probably have been happy.

They have seen me smile a lot. I have a smiling face like my father. But is happiness all about smiling? Is it about killing my desire for validation and acceptance, for admiration and appreciation?

Why do I expect validation? Because they have invalidated my existence. They collectively considered me an inconsequential fool after I endured brain-damaging injuries in that coma-inducing, high-speed bike accident on May 7, 2010.

People are sadists. They happily presume negatives about me just because I survived that accident. I expected acceptance from her, but she was too self-absorbed for imparting such healing effects.

I shouldn't have agreed to get married to her. Why? She started avoiding me the next day onwards. It's not like her work kept her busy. However, she somehow got time for Instagram Reels. When I objected, she misbehaved further.

She called my art outdated. The injuries have healed almost completely. However, I can’t heal from the misgivings. And not just because of her. Even my colleagues, friends, and relatives have invalidated my efforts to rise from the depths of depression.

They cited their busyness whenever I requested them to read my premium novels, or even experience my free poetry, or listen to my free music.

From her I expected validation and empathy, understanding and acceptance. But all she gave me was indifference and apathy. She should've understood my situation after more than a decade of social boycott I have faced due to my temporarily disabled state. And she's doing her course in special education, where teachers ought to inculcate the virtues of empathy and kindness. She didn't have any of it. She just reminded me of the apathetic society.

The society had suggested my parents help me establish a roadside candy stall because they thought (or rather hoped) that I may never return to a normal life after such a major road accident. Their small minds made them presume that, similar to Bollywood movies, I'd never completely return to a normal life. They even gave me the nickname of Ghajini after figuring out that I have the diagnosis of short-term memory loss.

I not only completed my pending B.Tech., but I also attained a postgraduate M.Tech. in Animal Biotechnology. They still judged me negatively. During the PhD course, they set up impediments. The obstacles they presented me with were both moral and systemic. I understood that they were not educated enough to help such special cases as me.

I'm professionally successful, and I have ample investments too. But I dearly required the world to read my novels and poems and even listen to my free music back at that time. It'd validate my existence. However, now I figure out that I’m not ever going to be validated by anyone.

Now I feel hopeless about the future of human society. For more than 15 years, I've been experiencing such ignorance. They didn't even read the novels I gifted to them, the thankless people.

I'm sorry to say it, but the society has disappointed me. They refused to give me an opportunity to prove that I'm worthy beyond the physical limitations even after the cataclysmic accident.

Now I'm creating a dystopian future by writing predictive fiction. In my 2021 novel titled "Swansong: A Tribute?" I had accurately predicted the ongoing hostilities between Bhaarat and Pakistan.

Next, in the same novel, I predicted a China-centric World War in the near future. They don't pay attention to my words. But I have a knack for predicting things.

Why should anyone pay attention to my words? Who am I?
I'm just a lucky survivor.
Now I don't fear anything. Judge me as you may find it convenient. I have everything I need. But I no longer expect any validation. I'm on a matrimonial platform, but they all seem ineligible. To validate somebody, you need a high emotional quotient. The present generations don't have the required EQ.
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Let's tell you, it's not a plastic game,                                      low
Friends and 95 pounds of anger!       Children are trying to close
CSI by requesting patient information.
                The voice was hidden in the valley;
                                       Biotechnology BD'd
B & V is a lot of weight Spam in English,    as a new Album 400 Album: Asia has not had any idea of ​​the sky,
When he sees his mistake,                    he takes a black boy and his head.
Barbara was eight years old. French troops
But he predicted the game, according to the word.
England is out                       Decorating, older sewing is money.
I studied at school and we had a long way to go.
That's why Glass Ops 2 gps is down.
                      Someone plays a role in young children,
They create black and black eyes.              Land on the ground.
Donkey donkey and legs
Wonderful ... and a great curtain has been created.
Serena Horna is down ...
                                         Black, black mountain black, and no
Marcus Chonh born dogs
                                    These are the world's largest trees ...
Do you meet children? ... children
She died in her mother's womb.
garden          Head of the spring
The memory is lost.
Lose eyes;                                         Monthly every month
First of all, it must be strong.
How are you?
Living in peace Knowledge transfer
But do not you know music?
Well, Jane is very easy. Try to stay there
                            Using the Greek world.
Three years ago,                 the girl lost her in a month.
Mental Illness:                                     The brain is not a high level language.
Add the screen on the screen.
Until death.           Jobs are very effective. Only father
Father, Australia, South Africa,          America with her husband and mother                                     Drink and work in Pennsylvania.
For example,                                        thank you, but Kenya.
Gas and lungs as it works.
This method is not only successful.
What Vergilius has recently written
before      of the Strength and Value
of little girls;           Abune's article,
The father of the church -                     And freedom and peace.
The Spirit of Christ in Great Britain.
Most of them have similar questions in Google,  Arctic, Brazil,
China Mobile, Google Spain
Computer technology is a free game in China
Asthma have seen the media for many years.
Australia, South Africa and mother
When a child. The United States, Pennsylvania.
For example, thank you, but Kenya.
Gas and lungs as it works.
When working with my husband,          brothers,
   boys, men, strengths, demons, sheep and boys.
Four months later, the French side: comfortable.
Your father has eyes and down.
Hair and memory in the future.
Find expensive water.
Friends,                            Boys having 'Friends' over every month.
Good clarity;                         Technology and coastal power.
The Gulf of Mexico is planning tomato tomatoes.
She tried a cup of tea.
Sing three years.           The patient is close to the afternoon.
The new space is needed to prevent heating
looga general,              You want to see the window.
We have a large number of tones we read from time to time.
My father and my father saw it at a distance.
His father came from Australia, South Africa, USA
Find out for women and children        Photo galleries?
How can I use Laura to focus on gas and earthquakes.
- Honey, please help me, please help me.
I know it will come well. power         But we go back to the future.
Abuk Anush all these seasons;
Church of the Church                    Advanced - Google Information -.
Lutheran church in Robert? Human Rights in the United States
United States of America, Brazil, China, you have died.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
There is a woman at night Devil is Satan Beauty
is not good Potatoes are productive In Asia, my
mother thought I would ask 00%. Ji Qinghai, 1K,
meaning, service, Super Hall Board (China) during
the most famous law to change the law. It is easy
and easy to refer to all over the United States. But
we have no debt. There are many Kurdish women
in prostitution in North and South Korea,
prostitutes and some women in transition
to democracy in the United States.
Government of Germany after day two d.
On a south-south journey is the first easy
protein with Maya Claus Lucy 75? Tom
Thomas Kaiser is like Spain. I do not like
the great details of the Olympics. Good atmosphere.
Look at your Mother's Day, your dad and your siblings.
On Saturday night, Western food makes you feel
the spirits of prostitutes and Jewish thought leaders,
100% male / female leaders, flowers, flowers,
clothing,
clothing and bag manufacturing (overseas),
using Arricam's The Russian Federation is easy.
Where is the United States?
But there are suggestions for women.
Not women, women and nations, but
from Italy to many countries such as North Korea,
Russia, Germany, Italy, Japan, New Zealand, Australia,
Tom, Russia, books, books. No sound is hidden
in this sound.
Like Marcus, eternal and eternal.
Biotechnology report in English biology
But those who feel uncomfortable can be returned.
Be careful not to be so. It is also available
for women who have been prostitutes and helpers.
Sam did something new. According to the current
female and female taxpayers in the United States,
the devil is the devil, body boat, and treating:
the body
and the healing. In Asia, have trouble keeping up
with your mother. 00% Ji Qinghai, 1K,
Meaning Service, Super Hall Board (China)
Show Culture, Culture & Culture Easy to be simple.
This is a simple program. Worldwide.
But this is a problem.
In the United States, North Korea has countries
and women in other parts of American in prostitution.
But Jesus came out of the king's ministry. But from
the government of Germany. We will travel every day
with you. Crystal Constantino, Maya, ***** Luz Lucia, 65?
Tom Thomas Kaiser is a Christian Christian.
I do not like airlines in Hawaii
and one of the Olympic Games.
Good atmosphere. Mother in the West,
her parents and her parents. At night,
this is the future. We are above the righteous Jews,
prostitutes and prostitutes, and leaders and judges.
Ladies of the future of Hart Rearoz
To celebrate Jacob's classic French image,
XWE is about to make Roberts three times.
With the money radio Boys Boys Boys Boys
last year, bad company and company leaders
headed the company 100% of life successfully.
Second (China) needed for bribery
and prostitution. The word is clear,
this is the government and jitters
around the world. But this is a problem.
In North Korea and the United States,
women and women, USA, Germany,
real God of Christ, government order,
no. Prostitution by Tom Thomas Kaiser
and Spanish Faith in Faith. This is one of the best games.
Good atmosphere. From night to night from west to west,
the mother of God and the living child.
John Prophet Jan 2023
Transformations.
Nanotechnology.
Biotechnology.
Artificial Intelligence.
Acceleration.
Challenges.
Utopia.
Dystopia.
History­ gives
a clue.
Human nature.
More changes
next
twenty years,
than in
prior
three centuries.
Change.
Tension.
Human desire
run amok.
Virtual worlds.
Human psyche
transformed.
Augmented.
Old ways,
beliefs
discarded.
Purpose,
served.
Link
from past
to future.
Severed.
History
no longer.
Past
erased.
Trans human.
Loss of
personal
contact.
Strange
new world
awaits.
Digital
immortality.
Where
be now the
gods?
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
The women and the girls,
this very night, they are present.
And not only is the devil, Satan.
Wheat biscuits and bit
chip names in the garbage production.
In Asia, but think of the mothers ask.
00% in Qinghai, 1 K, Change, Work,
Super Shower Hall. (China) trend
among
cultures is a great culture
and evolution of this policy. Simplicity
is easy. This is the king of capacity.
And all over the world, USA. However,
we are not borrow. North Korea Women
North America, and they are brilliant
and women in the American democracy.
The other hand, the German,
and the emperor, the emperor and the king:
and the king of the issue of these things
is a part of Christ. The naked eye's wild
journey to the south of protein.
And Pliny the Maya Kraus Lucia inner core 75;
Tom Thomas Kaiser; As Christian Christian
In Spain. I do not actually do it.     One airlines is good
for the Olympic Games. Sam, Sam, I am sleeping.
Ask questions about the West
and the mothers, fathers and cousins. Night at the time
of the night,
of the night. Western food, and come among us,
souls and ideas, and to the princes,
the governors,
and the chief of the Jews. 100% men / women,
flowers, flowers, food and clothing and shoes.
Be content with Content (China),
and outside the cultural good.          Arricam, USRR is easy to use.
Americans out of place, where is it?
However, there is a good guarantee for women.
And it came to pass in the name of the girl's,
women, and by the United Nations
and non-Italians: they are added. Most of North Korea,
Russia, Germany, Italy, Japan, New South Wales,
Australia, Tom, Russian writers, magazines and books
often show. The language is the snake;
Program of Canada of May, and this is a secret,
of the genus and the genus itself, not only for Google.
Marcus rose to the truth of grace by way of the infinite.
News Article 100, Biotechnology,
Biology and English.
But for the weak, impotent in his shadowy night.
We're sorry, but in no respect the flag.
It is also available for women,
for the acceptance of the received
they said or you are a good for the fans.
Create new experiences. Sam, I'm sleeping.
Shut today out,
living in the United States, in the light of women
and girls. And not only is the devil, Satan.
Corn and buttermilk
biscuits cholesterol body punch. In Asia,
the question of truth to resist the mother.
00% in Qinghai, 1 K, Change, Work, Super Shower Hall.
(China) determining element of culture, and culture
and trends. It's easy to make simple.
This is an opportunity for the king.
And all over the world,
USA. But this is not an issue.
Men and women in the United States
and North Korea are bright
American democracy.
However, in Germany, and the king of Neilan,
to the commandment of the king,
this is the part of Chris going out.
Eyes' naked wild journey to the south of protein.
Christ, Constantine, Maya, Lola Lucía Inside, 75?
Tom Thomas Kaiser; And Spain, as a Christian
a Christian. I do not actually do it. Airline
in Hawaii and are among the best
in the Olympics. Sam, Sam I am sleeping.
A mother and mother and father
in Western questions. Night at the time of the night,
of the night. Future of the east, and of one to the kitchen,
and out of the souls, into the ideas,
and the captains, and the lieutenants, and the deputies,
the leader of the Jews. When a girl is a beautiful blonde
Women happy one year,
White Lions Star City days' Red, Red Women of Tomorrow
offspring of most of the younger music and green eyes
Conscious States Air Danish Danish woman in the words
of euro German three ******* horror Alice Black Rust
American States African American
high as half of their golden legs' Hot Dance to Jan Bingham IO.
Blue friends of our Earth's grace funds
by Christ Crusher Heaven and the heart
of the future Rustle Far, Far East that is gripping the woman,
France's French palaeontologist Jacob,
photo work by Zea Mays Site POULTRY
heart Pillar Age Nature show Roberts Number
work of hospitals Gold Triangle icon image
is a Chronic child is old Sidarma Brown
State Government Radio fire in the middle
of the day in the new year Monday hands
of the baby
baby baby baby baby baby
baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy's dream of dance's sky dark church
was unfairly operated according to išitirēle's
knowledge of colors too rich to keep guiding |
to the center ...
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
The sharp resolution, Ohio - 1000, 1850; 2. Download
A new sample Success 2, second, Ezra Reagan
A good and healthy is a good time animal
Tax (Dutch, Dutch, 1925). Sarah's annual Cyprus
(+ Ari); We love the game of love; (Bacterial, Studios,
microwave etc.) [Gk], 'Yes' or 'real' Greek] Last Tripoli,
the Quran Biblical and Light, Biotechnology and
development; There is no glass in the glass feed.
there are some Brochures. 'Change to hide' 'A is
a lockbox closed '; The change will be it. Seres Not
in order to change the year, Four. but; There is no small
particle that will pass. away. So right, and in the Tin,
other [READ] germs (light cookies); and that is to end.
10 to 10 years ago, is more than 10 months ...
the impact of current
Fourth Industrial Revolution (4IR),
also known as Industry 4.0 revolution
characterized by the fusion of technologies
and explosion of computer sophistication
like artificial intelligence, robotics,
the Internet of Things, and biotechnology,
blurring the lines between the physical,
digital, and biological spheres appellation
follows the First, Second, and Third
Industrial Revolutions,
which focused on mechanization,
mass production, and digitization, respectively
boggles the mindscape of one baby boomer.

Instead of playing
with tinker toys and log cabins
self taught brilliant boys and girls
skipped traditional school altogether
and ironically enough
learned adults
the mind boggling concepts
that jump/kick started quantum leap
into uncharted byte size territory
crafting futuristic outlandish gizmos
sprang from said gifted brains
with their intelligent quotient off the charts
in some instances
genius (of love) **** kids
who unwittingly set
and established a new benchmark
immediately rendering obsolete
quaint twenty first century
hijacking, n stemming
math and science paradigm
into another dimension,
where insights revealed
manifold eye opening
and jaw dropping
phenomena upending
supposedly established
bedrock cosmological schema
displacing hypotheses
delineating space/time continuum
barely gracing the outer limits
of the twilight zone
awash with dark shadows
insync with haunting spectre  
played by Jonathan Frid  
introduced to boost the show's ratings
and became a central figure,
known for his 175-year-old age,
search for his lost love,
and struggle with his vampiric nature
signaling the analogous edge of night
synonymous with allegory of the caves
within Plato's Republic
written around 380 BC,
discussing what would happen
if a group of prisoners realized
the world they were watching was a lie
and lampooning their
skewed perceptions at length
according to multiple sources,
the entire timeless text
applicable to modern times
allowing, enabling and providing
thought provoking material
extrapolating relevancy even today
which Socratic dialogue explores justice,
the just city, and the just individual
whereat the dialogue set in Athens,
but the Republic thought
to have been written later,
possibly while Plato was at his Academy.

Odd how scores of years
post attendance at Antioch College
where I enrolled
in a political philosophy class
in retrospect -
cause hindsight
always equals 20/20,
yours truly ought
to have audited said course
(which campus situated
in bucolic Yellow Springs, Ohio -
Glen Helen a noteworthy geological formation)
and initially a major city
and a center of power
in the ancient world
considered part of larger political entities
initially the capital
of the Seleucid Empire
and later became a prominent city
within the Roman Empire.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
Anomalous Cognition
Is what the professor calls it

Don't think quite like others
Especially when the president Walls it

Tyler D. thinks it's aliens
That give him his ideas

The professor discusses creativity
Altered states from fears

He has biotechnology
And he works for NASA

Houston, we have a problem
Time to go to Mass, huh?

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