Indigo

[pavalamani pragasam]

Pathos!----

[Benny Lava]

Thamizh! A wonderful surprise to hear your comments,

Why Q? I have always been following your poems

[Querida]

I know Thamizh, for that I am very lucky
but all the same, it's great to see a comment from you too

[Querida]

I

All it needs is
a breathing being
who happens to look in
and becomes rooted
curious as to how
it thinks
without creating an action
it sees
without gaining an understanding
it feels
without ever knowing another
it lives
without ever knowing why...

II

Peering in
I see a wondrous
machine at work
how tidily it does
what it supposedly
wishes to do
no master
that commands
no mistress
that demands
no minions
of its own
to instruct
and yet it
works on
with a purpose
and turns
blink, blinking
its red button eyes
twink, twinkling
and i know
for some odd reason
it's think, thinking.

[pavalamani pragasam]

What a paradox! A being supposed to have the thinking capacity does not use it and a machine that does not has it seems like using it!!!

[Querida]

Yes PP Maam...originally it was only the first part...but it seemed to not illustrate the "paradox" as you say, as clearly

Can also read I from machine's pov.

[Querida]

plain and simple
he concludes
he knows the answers
before they are spoken
"Is it my fault that
I hear what I want
when I make up
my own replies?"

plain and simple
she decides
I will not speak
unless spoken to,
tried of all these
hints and clues
I'll just scream
inside my head.

plain and simple
from the outside
turmoil winning
on the inside
not knowing what to say
not hearing what wants to be heard
both sit mute
fearing fear
no other
sensible
thought
wishes
to be
near.

[pavalamani pragasam]

What a funny predicament!

[Querida]

Indeed Maam! Ego often clouds the eyes!

[Querida]

Maia glances all around her
from her little place
she can see the
shimmering lines
of connections
some glimmer
with familiarity
some faded
and muted yet
all the same
they stay
in association
with her

does everyone
know everything
about me
all that only some
know....is it possible
that they know
the same allies
that I once knew
and therefore
all that I know
is known to all
that I know
and whatof all
the ones they
know?

Maia
fretting away
finds
The subtle
pull and tug
is no longer
subtle
but strong
as try as she might
to struggle
to stir and move
away she
is alas
stuck
glued to
her placement
her spot
her designated
safety trap
within the
social web.