The Promise of the Machine

A machine has never touched us so intimately before
Just as I realize that we run for the ineffable to the computer
I also realize how it fails to marvel us
like the real pink skies
how it fails to astound our solitude
like the long shadows of trees;
the computer is at best a vain promise
and the blog is a green leaf of light
which never shrivels or grows soft
but becomes leaden with a heavy death.
There are so many minds trying to trap the spark
so many hearts bouncing off the monitors
and even as they don’t belong, they hang on
like bees flying for the sun
get wound up in the glitter of a sunlit web.

-Ankur Betagiri

Thank you Ankur
for this gift on a not-so-good day.