On The Way To Heaven Poem by Akpa Arinzechukwu

Dying grasses
Felled trees
Vibrant and healthy today
Quiet and motionless tomorrow
In the mud
Without zest expression
All things that once were
Existing defeatedly to nought

Dearest for sure I believe
Even in making that
Something happened on the way to heaven
And we forgot the lyrics of the song
We were supposed to sing
And darkness took over earth
That even the flora part of your existence I know
Vanished before the eclipse

Not to stir up tension
And blames
The flowers in the garden
Had all grown sour and withered
The audio player too that once played us
Melodious tunes has broken down
The air in the room is suspended
And the house is falling

That I for now
Entreat not myself with relaxing things of life
Like eating, drinking and sleeping
That I may also point to that which needs be treated
Dawns come
Dusk goes
Time flies endlessly
Bringing all things to bear
But things never go well
If problems remain unsolved
I beseech you to say
Say all of my doings
For sure
I shall know where the rain started beating me
And when the snake left the burning hut
Which in love we once slept in
Telling tales of Cupid's conspiracy

Not that we may shout
Quarrel over life's long forgotten issues
Of the moments we've lost while going after wind
Of tears
Or what we believed in
For even I have stopped believing that things
Get back to how nature may want it be
I think now that my faith is in art
Of which extols things that I much fancy

I as well think of you
As an art
Say
Your small enticing blue eyes
Semi-big black lips
All fitted to a face that glimmers with smile
Though I come not too to talk of these
For the things I wish to say
Are like wicked worms from hell eating my flesh up
In a frenzied never-to-be-imitated style
Tearing my guts out in agony

Not that we may shout
Lament over things that can never change
Of personalities we both turned
Of cruel beings fighting against nature's law
In a bloody duel
Of talks that were supposed to have been talked
Or what we should have done
For even I - am tired of bull-rocking heads
And throwing things up
Which in turn I pay later of a sweat greater than the former
I think now that even opposite magnets repel not thus

I talk highly of time
For definitely everything is governed by it
I mourned with Zack's family
To have lost him to zika
We wept heavily
For we never thought that he would soon go
My pity too was on Chika
His betrothed
O poor dame
Who now looks pale and sickly
On that
I charge you to think of Andrew Marvel's coy mistress

I also think of you
Not as a better art
Say
Your naggings
Always taking me to rooftops - (better place still)
Your Mayweather punches
And innocent cries of an adult watching a helpless goat in labour
(Yet your sins)

Not that we may shout
Jump around the house like young kangaroos
Wailing and complaining
Of things we think we did
Of things done wrong
Of your saintly and my demonic acts
Of - of
Let say
My pitfalls which you never had
For even I in my own sensing have sensed
How bad a person I am
And now I can only think of my sins
Not highly than yours or meaner

I as well think of science too
Say
Why am I not the one flawless
Why pose I in this apparel of many chemical reactions
With you like kinda glued tight to you
Of realty
I fancy not waking by your side
The day before the day the thunder struck
And the lightning of whatever came into our lives
And the drumming rain of discord rained all cold night
Drumming droughts to our lives
Which we took with all gladness

Not that we may quarrel but
Relax and ponder
Is this mango tree not our secret meeting point
Where our nest lies
Where we let our hearts do the laughing
While we imitate
And those songs you thought you composed
Are they not Tennyson's and Wordsworth's
Or do you still think I have no excitement for poetry
Did you really not think of all these good memories too
How surprised to see a bad egg stopping you from eating eggs

I would not want to believe
That we woke one day and walked out from our lives
Never bothered looking back
And never thought of the tattoo we have
(The result of law of attraction)
I would want to believe that you remember

Remember that a summer ago
You were a baby in my arms
In a white dress
Surrounded by roses of red wonders
Magnifying the sun with your laughter
Holding fast to my neck
Dowsing together into the pool of want for affection
and
Your hairs to my face smelled of apple
Your perfume smelled of - of (a mystery)
And I called you Ushas

Not to stir up tension
And not to blame the young blind Cupid
But to put together the broken pieces of our lives
To think of us existing as one
And marching victoriously to the cemetery as one and
Never minding what happened on the way to heaven