PS:

We all do have our insecurities.

Some are more visible than others.

Some are more aggressive than others. (I've met some of those; in myself and in others. At first I criticized them, then I understood and embraced them.)

But I don't blame them...
 If you haven't told the insecurity what you think, it will grow in doubt and curiosity.

Tell the insecurity that 'for you, it is perfect' and it will not be ugly any more. 

It will relax in comfort and sleep at ease.

Don't hate the player

Imagination is a very tricky skill...

Undoubtedly it makes everything a lot more spicy and interesting and I'm sure it's what creates suspicion as well as comfort.

But the way it tricked me into imagining for a second that- I was with someone- when I wasn't, brought a make-believe sense of reality which is probably unrealistic; and too romantic anyway.

It really shouldn't be about the majority of the time imagining, guessing and wondering whether the other person is thinking of you me. It should be more of a balanced game of communication and mystery.
Where both are intrigued by the other.
Both are anticipating a little text saying 'hello sexy, guess who's at the door'
rather than waiting, in all uncertainty, whether they will respond positively to a text; or whether they will respond at all.

Too much and too little are not enough.

Game.

Balance.

A balanced game of communication and mystery, is enough.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=luM6oeCM7Yw

Little Girl's Excitement

I can't sit down
I can't.
I can't sit down.
I think I've just obtained
a disorder;
Excitement!

I am excited.
So excited.
I can't sit down.
It feels great;
it feels greatly worrying
that it should feel so strange;
to be excited.

I want to jump
I want to jump high
into opportunity.
I want to dance
in the rain,
and feel my legs shaking till I faint of fatigue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-ZiZnycnWY

People in the Cold

People in the cold
look down
so they never
connect
and always
avoid the warmth.

People in the cold
run
from one place
to another
so they never walk
through their problems.

People in the cold
stay,
go,
or can't wait to go,
home
and realise
that they are still cold.

At the Office

Women moaning
Nerves exploding
Files opening, and
Doors closing;
On a casual day at work.

Hard breathing
and sighs.
Tired,
sleepy eyes
and a file that can't be saved.

Senses working
Senses lost
and a voice at the far end asking
Sorry, what?

Time's passing
Though it stopped
when nobody noticed
on the clock
the ray
that came in through the window,
and became my thought.

 

The Food Court

I don't want A Lunch Break.
I want lunch.

Mumbling and talking,
and loud thinking,
and in the far end,
a laughter which makes me wonder what triggered it.

Those Who Want To KEep ME

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
never say it to my face.
That I'm capable
of other
bigger
better things.

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
make the most of it
when I'm there
but struggle
when I'm not.

Those who want to keep me
in their lives
don't know
I sense their fear
of them losing me.
So I leave;
and leave them scared.