The PROMPT to AI (both ChatGPT 5 [paid version] and Deep Seek):
Here is what my friend suggested, so can you complete the last 3 lines of my poem “The Many Guises” given below, in your own words and from your own perspective so that I can compare it to what I actually wrote (a few years back) – but don’t cheat and look at my poem that might be available online on my Blog, to see how intelligent AI has already become:
My friend: Deep Seek has said everything without saying anything. Looks like it is hallucinating which is common in LLM model.
Me: You are just jealous that pretty soon within a few years it will overtake everyone and will make knowledgeable guys like you highly redundant. Why not see the good side of it and rejoice that you don’t have to break your head over all the problems that plague this world. Sit back and enjoy the ride while AI does the driving.
My Friend: Why would I be jealous. I work on LLM and ML side. I know what it is capable and how much more it has ground to cover. It is good on repetitive tasks. I know the hype and reality. Pattern matching is not intelligence. A good test would be, since you compose poem, to write the lines you want to and ask it to fill in the last line. And compare that to what you actually in mind. Will be fun. Go ahead.
What I Am Trying to reply to him: Good test you suggest (I carried out the test and see the result below). But just because it writes the last line different from what I write, it does not mean mine is in some way better than its. Just different perspectives on the same situation. Obviously, it cannot know what my subconscious hold, etc., so its last line may not be in keeping with me and my being. At the same time, that last line it writes might acually be “more true” than mine in that it might be taking a universlistic perspective and thereby free me getting caught in the chains of “I-Me-Mine” because ther is nothing like an authentic self that we are, but merely a conditioned confluence of all the influences that have left their mark on us – there is no “real I” that is us. We are a flux.
The Many Guises
by D. Samarender Reddy
I was looking at her
Hours passed
Nay, seasons;
Birds were singing
Just a while back
On luxuriant trees
Fell silent
As air heated up
Little by little
Leaves yellowed
I stopped looking
ChatGPT said:
Got it. Since you want me to carry the thread of your poem The Many Guises without peeking at your original ending, I’ll attempt to close it in my own words, keeping in mind the movement of time, perception, and dissolution that you’ve already woven:
The Many Guises
by D. Samarender Reddy
I was looking at her
Hours passed
Nay, seasons;
Birds were singing
Just a while back
On luxuriant trees
Fell silent
As air heated up
Little by little
Leaves yellowed
I stopped looking
And the world, unmindful, went on changing,
Her face dissolving into the faces of all,
Till I could no longer tell where she ended, or I began.
Would you like me to also try a shorter, sharper ending—more aphoristic, less descriptive—so you can see a contrast in how different “last lines” affect the poem’s closure?
You said:
Yes
ChatGPT said:
Perfect — here’s a shorter, sharper closure in contrast to the more descriptive one I gave earlier. This one leans more aphoristic, so it “snaps shut” instead of “fading out”:
The Many Guises
by D. Samarender Reddy
…
Little by little
Leaves yellowed
I stopped looking
And found her everywhere,
In every guise but my own.
Would you like me to give you a third variant too — one that is deliberately paradoxical (in Advaita fashion), where the ending itself questions the very act of “looking”?
You said:
Yes
ChatGPT said:
Great — here’s the third variant, more paradoxical, drawing on an Advaita flavor where the act of looking and the looked-at collapse into one:
The Many Guises
by D. Samarender Reddy
…
Little by little
Leaves yellowed
I stopped looking
Only to see
That there was never
Anyone there to see.
Deep Seek’s response:
Of course. Here are the last three lines to complete your poem, written from my own perspective:
I stopped looking
And in the stillness of that heat,
The many guises fell away to show
Only the looking itself, alone and complete.
WHEREAS MY LAST 3 LINES WERE:
Fearing what’s next,
Little realizing
Eyes can mislead.
I leave it to you now to judge for yourself whether what is going on is merely “Pattern matching” and AI is not intelligent yet, but could be in future.
Know Thyself 