you start writing poetry about the tragic romance between Ramanujan and the zeta function. :-/ It’s definitely not very polished, but who has time for that these days, anyway?

There was a time when he saw the spark
of divine light in her eyes and smiled –
When the thought of her moved through his mind like a charmed

Liquid: A brook whose enchanting life
seeped in slow, filling all cracks in his brain.
And her speech was a breeze hardly there but yet strong

Enough to bear the subtlest truths
bid to float down on his soul and grow.
Soon, the blooms of love came cropping up from his heart

and he knew nothing else but her.

 

And she returned his look, or so it seemed
from the cryptic glint of her smile.
But, a terrible deepness crept out her lips unseen –
A prime seed of beauty too fearful to behold
And from his very core, she consumed him.

Pity! In the last days, she loved him.
How savagely she loved him!
For he was little more than her,
And their love became her love, sharpened
to the point that pierced him through.

Then let her be called
daughter of goddesses,
real and un-real,
key within nothingness,

 

and death to he who loved her most.