Marvellous piece of poetry !

I encountered this in a movie called "Harold and Kumar-Escape from Guantanamo Bay". Kumar recites when his love was getting married to some idiot (He thinks like this way and not me). It suddenly changes the mood from comic to senti.....exactly at the right time !
Actually its written by David Feinberg.

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality
A sad irrationality

When hark! For what is this I see
Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
The love for me has been renewed

Eureka !

I am sitting on my chair with a cigarette in my hand. Slowly blowing breeze is taking away the smoke along with it. The room is poorly lighted by the monitor. The song 'Lost!' from coldplay's new album 'Viva La Vida' is the only thing that's letting me get over the emptiness. The wing seems like a dark endless corridor with just one door open, Imagine a village with only your house lighted! If you are optimistic, you may think of the lighted house blessed with the electricity unlike others which are under the curse of darkness. Think it of the other way, all the people in the village have migrated to some other lively place leaving you alone in this dead one. I guess I am the victim of the latter one. I am stuck in a jail and there is no prisoner here except me. I sometimes wonder why does it happen that when you want yourself to be alone, a crowd of people is there around you and when you are feeling lonely, you are not able to find anyone. I shouted, screamed just to make me feel like the 'king of the wing', but unfortunately, it didn't work. I tried to chat with some of my friends, to whom I never replied when they buzzed me. I justified the saying 'You reap what you sow' when all of them didn't reply to me.
Given up of the failures, I finally decided to write a blog entry to pass my time. And in the course of writing, I understood that the motive behind blogging has been changed to pass time from a sensible reason, initially !