WOMEN ARE LIKE COCAINE(written for me)

GRAVITA
He didn’t see her. He didn’t meet her. They met and interacted. She affects, attracts and binds; just like gravity.
This is a shy guy’s vision of a girl; mortals call her MELISSA.he says…GRAVITA; goddess of attraction.
Read on; without prejudice or pride. Meet the girl in you. Do not assess her or judge him. Just meet.
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Well to describe her is to circumvent eternity. Gravity affects all. Yes, she is liked by all. For she does not differentiate. When in a group she binds all; when alone she soon gathers company. But yet at times she is distant from even the closest person for she is hard to understand. Wisdom and reason still wonder; science is still bewildered-what is gravity?
A deep sense of justice is her most prominent trait. She judges by conduct and not looks.
She harms no one by intent. But beware. If she is soft enough to give smoke its shape, she is strong enough to render black holes their might. Try to fool her and that is the end of it. You may initially succeed but not for long. But don’t be afraid. Her capacity to forgive is phenomenal.
She is a kid at heart. Magnanimity…. well agreed but the rule does not apply to ice creams and chocolates. If you saw her eating one, she’ll quickly gulp it all before you could ask. Then she’ll show you her empty sticky hands and say “sorry”. But the moment you turn around; she’ll pull out a new bar and offer with a wink and a smile.
Mesmerized? Read on. It’s only begun.
Her walk has stealth. She often enters unheard and leaves unknown. What suits her body? Anything. Be it a pair of denims, or a gown or a skirt…. its poetry in motion all the way. Like the notes of a flute amidst the woods…. from where they come to where they go…. you don’t know.
Her voice and her laughter…he imagines it to be..ah…like ice breaking the silence in a glass. Genuine timber, sober pitch…her laugh renders beauty to sound.
It will be presumptuous to say that she is flawless beauty. She is not a Barbie doll for she is not plastic. She is human. Flesh, skin, moles and marks.
The girl next door…. well you can say that. It seems that you too have the superficial eye of a commoner. Had you been blessed with an insight you would have seem magic. Alas you too shall die unaware.
Her eyes are magic. They are deep. The “ made in heavens” label is not legible to all. Look for it at your own risk. If you gaze for long you might be pulled in. You’ll fall and fall forever. This abyss is bottomless. They speak, they shout, they tell, they ask, they fight, they cry, they tease, they plead, they command. Bear it all. For if they turn away, you’ll be punished for life.
Finally, her smile. Well before that ask yourselves a question…after death, you’ll go to heaven or hell? Whatever be the answer, see her smile. If you go to heaven you wont be awestruck…. for you’ll have seen it all before. You’ll have the “so what’s so great about it”look.Cool.Angels will be impressed. If you go to hell then also no loss. For you’ve seen heaven before. Yes, her smile is a trip to heaven. Just give her a rose and be among angels.
What will get you back to earth? Don’t be dumb. You forgot her eyes. Just gaze and you’ll be pulled down.
Mesmerised.Well you ought to be. But you are not alone. Remember…gravity affects all.
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