Thursday, June 17, 2010
Two plus two is not always four
is what tells the folklore.
For the squreroot you have to dig deep,
the answer just isn't in the paper leaf.
Astronomical numbers cannot define emotion's measure,
There isn't a formula for everyone's pleasure
If a sum implies miracle is wrong,
don't work on it too long.
But mathematics can help life too,
you can use it to subtract your life's blue.
Add your laughter, divide everyone's pain,
multiply your love and its all ten on ten.
She came with a storm and i was a wreck.
The moment was here, and she trickled down my neck.
She drenched me good from head to toe.
When i wanted more, she had to go.
All that was left were the hanging black clouds.
She was never seen and i was in doubts.
She teases me with her cool breeze,
but never will i trust her again.
I hope you understand this endless pain,
i was talking about the Ahmedabad rain.
My friend was bearing, as he was a little mouse,
soon he moved in with his sweet tiny spouse.
Then my friend couldn't sleep all night,
as they squeaked too often and were only out to fight.
He tried to lure them with some cheese and bread,
but was shocked to see as they had little ones to be fed.
On the notes of mercy, the song went on.
The mice kept squeaking, all nite till dawn
The mice ate up all the cheese and bread,
and bit down the house to shred.
My friend constructed his own demise,
but left me with a piece of advice.
If you have a house,don't keep a mouse,
if so, don't ever let him move in with his spouse.
If so and the sound of squeaking becomes very active,
the mice don't understand a thing about contraceptive.