Love

Love is not a fruit of common sense, 
nor is it punctual; arriving on time,
It's selection process is even worse, 
wrong man or woman, wrong place and time.

Like a lazy dance that continues even when the music stops, 
or without medication going long days, months and years,
without commercial reward people continue to stay,
like repeat offenders returning to the same cell, day after day.

Love is not for the wise, 
it's the friend of fools.
Yet both fool and wise are the same, 
making excuses tall and lame.

Love never claimed to bring joy, 
it's claim is that it wakes up those who are asleep. 
and for those who don't sleep, 
they will have plenty of time on hand for retrospection and to weep.

Love is not a student of order, 
it unsettles all plans made before.
It's a companion to addicts, 
making them twist, cry, whine and plead before the verdict.

Glorify it or condemn it,
Love won't visit if it's not your time, 
and won't leave before you have done your time, 
that's as simple as it gets.

You can't find Love if you are not selected, 
and Love won't leave you if you are, 
you pine and plead to feel those joys, 
or pine and plead for the pain to stop.

The wish for Love should be made with thought,
parental guidance should be sought, 
both of human and God in this case, 
before the lightening strikes in your personal space.

Nobody can outrun destiny,
we meet it in strange places and with unknown people,
a moment of Love even though tiny,
is a gift, a miracle.

No matter the risks the fruits are ripe,
taking one through karma, emotions, connection and all other type,
each time a new lesson, we grow,
for each of us reap what we sow.