WHAT WOMEN WANT

I and he were sitting, side by side,
On the seashore, gazing at the sea.
The deep azure blue sea rose tide after tide,
And he slowly turned and looked at me.

"What do you want from me?" his eyes
Seemed to ask me; I answered not.
"What do you expect?" he improvised.
Still, my silence was all he got.

I remembered all his words from before.
"I'll give you all the world,
All I possess, all my money, and even more."
All his words made me just feel cold.

"What does your silence mean?"
His voice was impatient; I just smiled.
He used to sound eager and keen
When he said, "Your silence is nothing mild."

"Won't you tell me?" coolly he said,
His eyes on his watch; I nodded slowly.
I understood - his love wasn't dead;
But something has, though. Could he see?

"So, tell me," he tried to smile,
Hiding his irritation. I cleared
My throat, and turned to him while
He didn't meet my eyes; just as I feared.

Men know what women want.
I saw his knowledge in his averted eyes.
Not every man's ready to give what women want.
I smiled again. Never any more lies.

"In love I will always give everything."
He flinched, almost taken aback.
"I don't want your money or material things,
What I want is all you can give without holding back."

He got up, brushed the sand off his body,
And without looking at me, swiftly walked away.
He was just as I'd feared he would be.
Like most men, he didn't dare to see what lay
Ahead for both of us, simply 'cause I'd asked
For too much - EVERYTHING.

P.S. All the men around me have lead girls (mostly the naive ones) on and then dropped them as unceremoniously as a sack of potatoes. Why do they start things they can't see the end of? If they aren't ready for commitment, why do they speak sweet words hinting at a long-term relationship? And why do we women fall so easily and so hard for such hollow things as words?
I guess it's primarily because the meanings for simple words in a man's dictionary has nothing to do with the way a woman sees them. For a man, simple words are just that - simple. But women grow up earlier, faster and they learn to see into things before men even begin to put their eyes and mind to proper use.
I know that all those rhyming phrases I've written above have nothing to do with the above paragraph. I'm still wondering why I've written the piece.

MEMORY LOSS?

Seems like it.
On the night before my exam, I work out problems, I derive derivations, I write down all the definitions around three times each. And when I'm sitting in front of my exam paper, I just go totally blank. Kaputt.
I go the bathroom with the intention of taking a bath, and when I come out, I don't remember what I was doing inside. Hahaha. I'm not sure I'd taken a proper bath.
I go to my German class and I wait for buses that would take me home from college. And I wait and I wait and I wait, and my Mom calls me up and tells me, "Hasn't a 17E come yet?" Then I realize I'm supposed to wait for that bus. And I had just watched two or three of them pass me by.
I just don't know where my mind is. Memory loss seems cool. I don't remember what I said to my friends just the previous day, and thankfully my friends are understanding and they're willing to let me get away with forgetting everything.
Sheesh, I'm becoming too absent-minded. I lost my mobile recently - that's supposed to be the biggest proof that I am affected by something. All through the year, I held on to my mobile with perfect memory, taking care of it, remembering where I kept it, and then it suddenly gets lost. And the very next day, I leave my Dad's mobile at my Uncle's home. Ha, memory loss indeed.
So coolly Karthi tells me, "If you forget stuff on the day of the exam, it means you haven't prepared well enough." And Meena tells me, "Try harder!"
Still how hard is harder? It's all so funny. I remember stuff that I read just minutes before the commencement of the exam - that's how I've performed well today. Today I had this Professional Ethics in Engineering paper - I know the name sucks, but then, hey, I do like it. I've done this paper downright awesomely.
But then, I like Geodesy too. All those derivations, mathematical stuff - they get me excited.
Why, then, have I performed like I don't give a damn for the subject? Even then, I would've done better. I'm expecting just three out of the total of fifteen marks. Imagine!