Before fools began to recycle silliness
or love and *** became a commodity to be bought off the shelves of our desires.
Before muscle outranked intelligence
Or the loose were voted people of the year
Before a misguided girlfriend replaced a faithful wife
And hardwork was kicked out of the door by web scamming
Before ******* became only rounds of loveless ***
Common sense lived next to sanity on the street called society.
Because we were too busy watering the gardens of our stupidity
Common sense gradually lost all sense and sensibility
until there was nothing left to compose a corpse.
Very few of us attended the burial
Because almost all of us didn't realize it was gone...

Uncommon sense told you how high crack could get you
common sense agreed you were going to feel fly
But like an airplane, you'd eventually come crashing like a pack of cards.
Uncommon sense got her pregnant out of wedlock
While common sense was still preparing a future under a respectable roof.
The same society which kick against abortion
Serves the pregnant teenager a cold shoulder and self-righteous looks of disdain.

How do you ponder a picture without the painting
Or seperate the sea from the Navy?
Downloading apps to help bridge the gap between stupidy and foolishness
As the brain lies unused like an abandon project.
But like Lagbaja and his mask
The more you look, the less you see
The fool will always go shopping but will never put wisdom in the basket.

Loving her was perfectly easy from the onset
Images of us kissing and laughing while catching a beautiful sunset were prominent from the day our relationship started
Days and weeks went by and the taste of her lips on mine vibrantly lasted
The smell of her cologne and the sound her voice serenaded me to bed every night and gave me a purpose to wake in the mornings
Stupidy kicked in when I started to go gaga over the useless things on her body like her eyebrows and fingernails (my god!)
It was at that moment when I realised that if this is not witchcraft then it is love
So I chose to believe the latter because I learnt early in life that love is a more powerful conqueror than any other force humanly possible
I loved her too much to not have her by my side
So I did everything humanly possible to make us solid and feasible
I made love to her passionately and made her laugh uncontrollably
I held her hand in public and licked her skins in private
All in pursuit of making her realise that true love exists and I am that love
But trying too hard also ***** sometimes 'cause you can lose everything without realizing that you never even had it from the word start
Believing in an illusion is like stabbing yourself with a knife on the same spot four hundred times and thinking the skin will remain intact
You become lost and very ignorant of the facts
Thus you continue to drown yourself in your feeble attempts
Losing sight of what matters and instead of taking matters into your own hands
You take things out of context and jump into unnecessary conclusions
You see, when your heart finally meets a heart that does not just compliment its beat but strengthens it
the mind becomes weak and ***** up that harmony
I met a beautiful soul who made me believe that love at first sight was not just a saying but a possibility
A beautiful soul who made me understand a woman's heart by just looking into her eyes and listening to her voice
A beautiful soul who knew how to open up my heart by just kissing my lips and telling me words like, words like, words like ...
Words that even I as a poet find it difficult to convey
I will admit
I only wrote love poems because I was a poet who was gifted in the art of pen but when it comes to the matters of the heart
She made me realize that she was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet
She was the light in a world that was comfortable with darkness
She was happiness in a world that had lost all hope and was bathing in confusion
She brought life into my dark world that was defined by death and made me woke again
Because of her I walk paths I thought I'd never walk again and
I speak words I never thought I'd speak again,
With meaning, purpose and confidence
I love her and
My love for her is yet to be defined ...

I peer out over the balcony
spring is enchanting as ever
my eyes taking in the bright colours
squeezing through the clouds
the white stratus arranged as neatly
as a child's toys against a deep blue sky
lazily drifting in gentle breeze
that's sweeter than ever
each dancing leaf on the trees
has a story to share
soothing murmur of the wind
blending harmoniously
with the music of chirping birds

But death lurks for humans ...
on the garden path
in the narrow bylanes
at the marketplace
ruthless and unforgiving
striking at will
in hundreds and thousands
for too long has it treated  this world like it's fiefdom
through the three poisons of greed, anger
and stupidy
forgetting that
humans belong to  nature
not nature to  humankind  

#Pradeep