This poem is completely fictive from my perspective and there is not a modicum of inspiration behind it. Even otherwise it is perhaps in one in a billion chances the events transcribed in these lines below may have played out to reality, however I would term this one as perhaps the most outrageously imaginative topic I have ever conceived till date. It is written in the eyes of a mathematics teacher on his nuptial night, who pours his heart to take his newly wed bride on their long life ahead and how they can derive inspiration from simple concepts of geometry. How good or bad it is, is purely left to the reader. Needless to say, the feedback of this poem in particular, amongst all the other ones, is eagerly awaited the most!
Oh my dearest
wife!
While the world
leaves us in peace
For this one
night, let’s put ourselves at ease
Ahead of us lies
a long life
So let’s break
stereotypes of the nuptial night
Come with me and
take flight.
Oh my new better half!
You might
initially stare at a future bleak
Having plighted
your troth to this mathematic geek
And unwittingly
ended on the wrong side of an institutional gaffe
But not after you
listen to this tune of Poetry
As I will take
you into the romance of geometry
Do you remember
the geometry box?
Of your nostalgic
mid-school grades
Yes the very one whose
memory never fades
Imagine a version
of it more unorthodox
And reminisce its
unwieldy contents
We are inasmuch
those contents in every sense.
With you, the
ruler on the chart of fatwas
I ‘the pencil’
will delineate our pathways glittered
And will endeavor
to erase out encumbrances that lie littered
On the way. Wisdom
shall sharpen the pencil for the canvass
To problems, we
won’t remain chained and captive
We will deal them
with wit rapier and incisive.
There will be
times when we protract and contract
For the fickle
path demands changing angles
But remember
whenever we end up in tangles
We will default
to the righteous path and not distract
We shall use
integrity - Our moral compass
To cut out our
angled paths on the canvass.
‘I’ and ‘You’,
like legs of the Set Square
Might, at times, clash
on views particularly
Polar and may
diverge perpendicularly
Let us not
forget, in such times of wear and tear
We’ll be bridged
by US in the connecting HypotenUSe, in lieu
Of the shorter
lone legs ‘I and ‘You’.
Let us remain at
the center of life’s circle of raging fires
And keep
troubles, upheavals and interference
At the maximum possible
distance to it’s circumference
We will still be
tested with jagged javelins and searing spears
Some will
diametrically cut us, some will fly off at tangents
Some will remain
internal like a chord, some will come and go like secants.
But whatever be
the nature of these outrageous arrows
We shall be like
the center
And display
immaculate moral fiber
Treat with equal composure,
both joys and sorrows
The circles may
grow in differing radii
But we shall
remain strong and govern right in the eye.
‘Whoso findeth a
wife, findeth a good thing’
Sings the
proverbial Bible, but I’ll gently contravene
You aren’t just a
thing, you will be my queen
And I shall
strive to be worthy of my ring
Let’s treat matrimony
as a voyage of discovery
Life shall be good if we toe the dictates of geometry.
