The Romance of Geometry

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.