I lost a lot to the devil, but I never failed: A poem 

(The devil who is named: Victorious Light)  The devil knows that due to him I lost not just a little  But he can rue the fact that my soul was never brittle  For thirty long years I abandoned the word (written)  because my creativity would be ruthlessly, by him, bitten  My grief and loss neverContinue reading “I lost a lot to the devil, but I never failed: A poem “

My mathematics with you: A poem 

If only I had a clear vision of your version;  all the complicated multiplication and division,  then the infinite numbers of my seeking soul  would fit exactly and precisely in your bowl  I am enthused by the fact that the pain begets wisdom  though, to the ordinary eye, it may seem like masochism   Yes, IContinue reading “My mathematics with you: A poem “