On a delusional man...

Watching a flock of pigeons
Hopping and plucking grains
He tried to put the movement into algorithm...

That was yesterday...

This morning
He watched boys playing in the park
On the glass he drew a line
And tried to do another work on their movement of feet...

Another night
He worked on a chase scene
A woman being chased by a thief...
He put the two into an equation...

Doing all this
So much engrossed...
He got delusional...
Saw codes and figures everywhere...

Then he met her
The woman with brownish hair
And amusement in her eyes...
She placed his palm on her heart
And made him feel the beats smart...

'its got a pattern too!'
He gasped
And soon took out a paper
To put the sequence into an expression...

She got pissed off sure
And felt what she could do
With a man like that?
She wept silent
Still she couldn't leave
Him the delusional man...

Years went by
His hallucinogenic indisposition only accursed
The whole of her...
Their kid born out of this wayward life...

He...
Grew frail and sickly
As if he would die...
She had left him by then
Bidding good bye
With tears that dried...

Then...
One one fine morning of the nineties...
Middle ...
She while cooking a broth
Faraway from him...
Standing beside the window
Overlooking the garden...
A spring in bloom outside...
Soft...fresh...
She heard an announcement...
Someone put everything into codes...
Someone who wrote
A long mathematical history of sorts...
She heard the name of that someone...
And for a moment her hands got shaken
And she did not know
Whether to cry or laugh
Her man ...
It was her delusional man
Who rewrote...
Everything...