Holy Qur'an is my name

I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here are some hints.

Rich in cover & nicely bound
In the hearts of muslims, I am rarely found.

High on a shelf
I am forgotten where I am left.

With respect, I do get lots of kisses
My main point is what they always miss.

In a melodious voice, they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me.

At times I am used for phony swear
My true use is very very rare.

A miracle I am that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word.

I have wisdom, i have treasure
So much that there is no measure.

I am your saviour, I am your guide
But who's there to follow the bide.

Right from wrong is my fame
HOLY QUR'AN IS MY NAME.

A mathematician's love letter

My Dear Love,


Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in a trigonometrical lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude(likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.

My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that i should not resolve into partial functions but if i do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity. You are as essential to me as an element of a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality.

My love, if you do not meet at parabola restaurant on date 21 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degress, my heart would b like a solved polynomial of degree 10.
With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima of an unknown function.

Yours ever loving,
pythagoras