TEAR DROPS FROM A SLICED ONION

Love makes of man a worm that lurks in the shadows. Soon to be trampled, crushed or smitten.
It is unsafe and walled by insecurity_ uncertain and grilled by fear.
It is prey and left to the mercy or otherwise of a predator called time.
Dim and deemed weak. It cannot fight nor even defend its existence.
Those in whose hearts love thrive, live like hosts to recalcitrant viruses. Becoming retarded versions of a once unequivocal species who hitherto bathed in freedom_ now chained down by illusions of a blind mind which sees but nothing.
Frail, feeble, fragile it is, yet it crawls and sometimes finds itself in rocky hearts almost with the speed of telepathy. Bringing kings, heroes and sometimes villains face down on muddy soils like steel chains holding still a log of wood to a moving truck.
So it leads us like blindfolded grown ups being led by the fog while trusting and thrusting the self unto and into depths of a fatally irrevocable self inflicted accident.
If anything, it does not fail to charmingly maintain its unenviable will to fail_ for it fails like an eye that can't hold its own in the sight of a sliced onion.
It drags man off course like gravity's call on tear drops and shatter dreams like steep slippery soils on which kids holding ceramic vases fall_
Precarious like the fate of a naked toddler wandering a lone icy path in the Antarctica, it suppresses us in its suffocating embrace like sand storms sending dunes on a jelly fish.
Yet man has managed to fathom a way to dwell in its euphoria and more so, continues to bask in its intoxication. Painting pictures of black and white and calling love his rainbow.
Man soars in the heights of his heart only to fall on the imaginary rosy bed of love like butterflies on sunflowers. Giving up his guard and daring to toe an iceberg on the center of a sea beneath which a volcano heats up.
He sees himself flying whilst in fact he sinks dangerously without his defenses. Plying a route that wrecks even the hardest steels_ all for that feeling, emotion, that attachment he feels for yet another. Another who may not care any less or may carelessly join in this contagious infection called affection.
Together in this illness, if any luck befalls them, they become patients with mutually beneficial ailments going beyond the isle together forever or enmeshed in a happy never after story written with sweats or sometimes blood. To Be Continued

___Prince Jeremiah Kadiri