Sleeping Next to You Haiku #2

Sleeping next to you,
my dreams are all safely wrapped
inside your warm strength.

What to do???

What is one to do when she loves learning about everything so much that she could never pick one field of study over another???

One obvious answer would be to study them all, but that doesn't seem economically feasible... 

Here seem to be the options:

Theory vs. Lab

In Theory, she could pursue in great depth her love for pure mathematics. Algebra. Topology. Algebraic topology... Or she could tackle something slightly more applied like computational neuroscience and do some modeling of neuronal behavior with differential equations.

In Lab, she could suck it up and spend her whole life tied to a bench doing god knows what in a neuroscience lab. This sounds less appealing than the other options but definitely offers a better chance of self-sustainability and is much easier (for her) to do than the theoretical things.

She also loves history and philosophy and physics, but those would be harder for her to pursue a graduate degree in.

Deciding what to

study in graduate school

is too hard for me.

That is all.

Haiku

Sending packages

to West Africa can be

a fun adventure.

Happy Diwali!

Rejoice in the Inner Light!

Today, Dear Readers, I also have a poem for you. It is sent to you with love from Hafiz:

The Vegetables

Today

The vegetables would like to be cut

By someone who is singing God's Name.

How could Hafiz know

Such top secret information?

Because

Once we were all tomatoes,

Potatoes, onions or

Zucchini.

Haiku

If I want something

better, then why do I whore

myself to this world?

Bittersweet tears fall 

from memories of so ma-

ny mornings with you.

Haiku

You've been drunk on Earth's

wine for far too long. Find your-

self a new Vineyard.

I love this poem

Fact: The poetry of Hafiz rocks. Don't believe me? Well, you're just wrong. I offer you an example of his spectacularness:

"What the Hell"

The

Real love

I always keep a secret.

All my words

Are sung outside Her window.

For when She lets me in

I take a thousand oaths of silence.

But,

Then She says,

O, then God says,

"What the hell, Hafiz,

Why not give the whole world

My

Address."

Everyone is a poet

Blog Post One: Henceforth

I shall pontificate on

whatever I want.