On the reasons randomness Randomness is the reason for the nominal security that we enjoy in engineering systems. Without natural randomness, our artificial randomness could have been a chimera. On the geometry of randomness Randomness is an echo from the entangled ensembles. Randomness is the fractional friction on the fractals of nature. On the inceptions of randomness Randomness stems from the truncated turbulences in the lattices of life processes pivoted to the partitioned primitives of cybernetic simulations.

Cryptographic oracles are in vogue and verve in the conjugal circles of cryptocurrencies in the recent times. Despite their foundational position in the field of cryptography, these constructions were not popular for decades. Oracles can be considered as the source of real world and dynamic digital data across all types…

Ever since I came across the engineering side of zero knowledge proof constructions like zkSNARKS, zkSTARKS, holographic proofs and bullet proofs, I was quite fascinated by the metamorphic and isomorphic lifecycle of proof creation and proof verification in various zero knowledge proof systems. The locus and lineage of zero knowledge…

Internet was not everything a few decades ago. Internet is not everything even today. However we are entering an age were there is an apparent delusion that it is everything. …

A face is a polygon In the prism of pain In the edge of silence In the flow of fluids In the curve of sounds It has resonance over life It has patterns over people It is porous and pragmatic In the face of facades and fissures It is incomplete in itself When it evolves over ensembles

A cave is rising up Curling up the sand Coiling the mud Like a blanket of earth Like a mesh over a maze Centipedes celebrate The cave engavings The humming harps The humid pathways Let them coagulate Let them break all crucibles Let them desert the lumens Let there be no patterns left Let there be chaos and caves

Days full of dunes and deserts They drift in space and time It is a drift in dimensions From delusions of a crowd From dialogues with self From divergence of meanings It is a passage through tangents It is a passage in swift senses

It is always an act of aperture Beyond all the bliss Beneath all the roots Besides the love of leaves Bound by the stem of thought Silk of soil, lace of light, door of darkness Maze of mist, time of tangents Fused together, they bloom

A swarm full of petals Weathering a season unknown Waking up on swollen sunlights It is not an end in itself It is a mirror for all spirals It is a figure for all fragments Let it murmur its melodies Let it decipher its madness