Why do men cheat on women?
by Gazala Ayana
Flirting is mutual
entertainment, but is it the same in the case of love? Has it become
just a form of entertainment with the development of technology? Why do
men cheat on their women?
 I don’t say that females are completely innocent, but a majority is.
That’s how we have been created, a person who is able to comfort and
lift a man when he is feeling down. So is it in the male gene to cheat
on the weaker sex?
Love is a tricky emotion that most of us jump into conclusions about.
In our teens we fall in love, it fades off, we blame the other person
for everything and turn bad and hurt additional people for our selfish
needs.
Don’t you realize that you’re forcing another person into the same
situation as you are in? What are you gaining by it? Love is one of the
greatest gifts God, the almighty has bestowed upon us! Don’t misuse it.
Tiger Woods is a good example but not the only, right? Don’t men
realize that women are a pool of emotions? We love a man, neither just
for his appearance nor are we “attracted” mainly to it, but for his
inner self, his soul... So we go out of our way to see that he doesn’t
hit the ground. But do we get that in return? I am not talking only of
guys but of married men too.
It doesn’t make sense to satisfy a man’s beastly needs at the cost of
losing the true meaning of life. Treasure women don’t turn them into
trash.
Love Lines
Sanctum Spin me like the earth
As raindrops come splashing,
 Lashing and thrashing my soft-sodden skin,
Spin me drunkenly, out, then in.
From the sky to the ground, a curtain of sound;
And you and me within…
The sodden earth churns into muddy soft batter
We’re lost in the rain, and nothing else matters;
Spin me drunkenly,
Out, then in.
Your skin smells of earth, of red dust new-drenched
With the first drops of rain, new-washed
Like the watery sky
Your hair dripping silver in small
Transparent sparkles,
The sun is the light in your eyes.
My skin is like paper.
Soon I will turn into soggy soft pulp
And melt into nothingness in thick
Gooey orange batter.
So sway me, one last time, before
I slip from your grasp and become
One with this earth, this cleansing rain,
This vast bowl of sky the colour of
Sadness; and sink in a sea of warm
Chocolate mud
A tiny paper boat, lone, sodden
White.
- Pawan Kalugala
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