Virusonthemachine
The effluence of virus through the receiver
enters into her computer, spreads, floods, reigns.
The object, - immobile, mute, restrained, spiritless
comes to life; for the first time it sees the master, -
a woman sitting before it; typing commands.
In another time it could have fallen in love
and blame on the fairy tale writers. Not this time.
For the machine has seen how love can be silenced
with a small message, with ten seconds’ typing.
The live computer observes her face;
compares it with some of the pictures she’s sent.
Sent over the mails, through web-cams, in profiles…
Lies and truths are flimsy statistics, shallow.
The machine moves to change her commands. Replacing
with its own.
In a flicker the world suddenly sees the girl, unmasked
before the alive computer.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 51
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Maybe Nancy L (above) is correct.
Fabulous Poem!
This is fabulous.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
May the blue glow remember what was projected that need be protected. A new "virus of compassion".
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !