love & attraction; what about it?

What attracts a women; what attracts a man?

The size of her breasts; the colour of his eyes?

That cute smile; that lovely grin

The way she holds you; the way he holds you?

Slim legs; Chest hair?

The way she speaks; the way he says things?

Are we that simple to fall for such a trick, an illusion, a mirage? To fall from grace like Adam and Eve for that forbidden fruit. So sweet yet so dangerous.

How Ridiculous!

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However, as it is human to err and sin,

it is also human to love. To want to care and protect a stranger who you’ve just met for eternity.

A flick of her hair, fiddling with his keys,

an awkward glance, a shy smile,

A reluctant good bye. And a million words were left unspoken, but yet never understood so well.

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We are fools for thrusting ourselves into this charade over and over. But once tasted, it never goes away.

So love, loved and love again.

How Ridiculous! only if you’ve never experienced it before.

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keep it simple, silly!

When you bog down with problems, hassles and worries,

always remember to keep things simple, silly!

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jostling and yelling, squeezing and arguing; just another day at the thieves market

Blasts of indian music, hollers of chinese sellers all beckon the passerby towards the thieves market

where everything and anything is for sale.

Piles of goods haphazardly piled up or strewed on the floor not unlike a corpse of an animal

while we, the vultures disembowel the still warm corpse.

Whispers, shouts, yells, conversations all happen simultaneously

a hundred at a time, in a dozen different languages.

A item catch my eye, gleaming lustre showing through the grime.

I pick it up, twilling it through my fingers before enquiring about the price.

Yes? No? Maybe? I ponder as the seller squats, already forgetting about me.

I stand up, a hand reaching for my wallet as I make a purchase.

The seller looks up, a smile spreading on his sun beaten, aged face.

Another purchase, another day at the thieves market.