Saturday 24 January 2015

THE MATH OF MY LIFE

She is as beautiful as calculus,
Integrating the joy,
Differentiating the pain,
Always limiting it.

She is as beautiful as algebra,
She is constantly variable,
But also is variably constant,
The equation of my heart.

She is as beautiful as geometry,
The line of my life,
The origin of my Cartesian plane:
That dimensionless point.

She is as beautiful as a vector,
With the direction of my life,
Magnitude unknown.

She is as beautiful as infinity,
For she neither has a beginning,
Nor has an end,
And can't even be defined.

She is as unpredictable as probability,
The throw of a die,
Toss of a coin,
A moment there,
The next ...
She disappears into thin air.

4 comments:

  1. THESE POEMS ARE SO GOOD> YOU SHo.ULD PUBLISH THESE

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  2. Got to know about this from a friend. Totally loving this blog.

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  3. Thank you, Huda. Please do keep following the blog for more...

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