Nkundimana Dieudonne, is a passionate writer of poems that might help readers.
Tell me truthfully with honesty
I’ll ask, please answer me dear
Answer me with all your heart
For it’s a matter of heart felt
More than the brain logics
For it can clear my confusion
Giving me freedom and peace.
Tell me why for I believe in you
Tell me why for you know more
Why it destroys yet we seek it
For it have made many crumble
Others turning into psychopaths
Yet others believe it’s amazing
Cause it gives the best feeling.
They say it’s magical and sincere
It’s magical, I can’t help but accept
It has this way of pulling people
Separating them from their rationality
Without their free will of course
I can’t help but wonder dear
If this is not black magic?
Tell me for you know far more
The spell of this black magic
For it cannot be a fair magic
Without corresponding with logic
Without making analytical points
The spell that strengthens bonds
Breaking others for lifetime.
It takes you on its wings you said
But I cannot help but wonder,
How many have fallen from them
Being a victim of their fantasies
Falling apart, as a result of them
But I have realized the truth
Maybe we took the bird to be a plane.
It can make you undeniably happy
Making you cry hard with content
Cause it feels like fresh air in lungs
And a hard rain in the hot desert
It’s unexplainable I was told,
Yet once you find it, it brings hope
And rush of confusing emotions.
I know well it’s a matter of heart felt
For we can feel it but never see it
For it is not justified by actions alone
But the sensation in your body,
Those butterflies in your tummy
That drumming beating heart
Drawing a line between life and existence.
With it we’re blooming flowers
Full of life, ready to bear fruits
Or yet wither from sun rays
It is yet the most wonderful thing
For it can give life bearing hope
But also, it is highly destructive
For it can demolish personalities.
Many have tried defining it
But yet never grasping it
It does not take a genius to know
Cause it is far from analysis,
But yet it lives close to our hearts
Where it has stated its mark
Making us unable to chase it
For it comes slowly as a snail
Undetectable as spies,
Quiet as a summer wind.
It never grasps circumstances
It can let us die thirsty in a desert
While it harbors the quencher
And that is where it becomes painful.
I have been told senselessly
That it is wonderful and amazing
Amazing masses of people all over
That it is despicable and painful
Destroying hearts and leaving pain
And yet everyone craves for it
And that is what makes it magical.
It is the craved and feared l-word
It is not lame but love,
The two-sided coin, love
For it brings happiness and sadness
It is despised and altogether craved
It is the magical word, love.
For it can make some withes
Leaving others to be wizards
Casting spells to the magic less
Bounding them in a strong web
Where they can find a way in,
But losing a way out,
And it’s nevertheless magical.
© 2021 Dieudonne Nkundimana