A wave was he who came by and swept her off her feet, as she stood by the shore staring at the horizon. She swayed along amid the tempestuous tides of life, falling here and rising there. A wave was he who picked her up time and again, from the trough, down below. Rise and fall did she until he the wave cast her ashore, lest she think this is for eternity. She lay there dazed, wondering if ever she'd encounter another wave like thee!
Bugs (usually irritating and unwanted creatures) all around me, in different shapes and sizes. Bugs in the garden, in code (the sorts that can be detected and corrected), ones that I can live with and one’s that I can deal with at work, and those that I don’t want to deal with but have no choice. Don’t they all cause me stress? ‘Bugging me’ entails the bug’s pleasure!
Am I a bug? Do I bug others – off course I do, like the honey bee (except that I rarely sting/bite).
The only bug that I LIKE – the Volkswagen Beetle. J
Waiting for other folks to join the chemistry lab at high school, he attempts to make polite conversation to kill the choking silence. A snob that she was, she'd hardly make conversation with strangers. Suddenly the rest of the gang joined in but it wasn't surely the end. From there they got chatting taking lunch breaks that blossomed in to friendship which seemed serendipitous at the end of it all.
Like friends would, they hung out for coffee, a roof top drink or two, din din, long drives, travel and late night walks in the serenity of the locality they resided in. Little did they know that friendship was walking another path. Friends who enjoyed each other's company yet were getting to be more than friends though not in love.
Everyone said they were in love, at times they joked themselves as well. Come what may they decided to be friends despite the seemingly weird equation they shared. If you look at them, either from a distance or up close, they always appeared in love. Strangers or friends saw them getting too close. Were they the victims or were they engulfed? That’s a question that is better left unanswered. Bets were placed as to whether they would fall in love or not, but in the end like always if the friendship is not shallow it prevails. A meaningful friendship concocted by emotions like the colors of the rainbow; they delved in it, lived the present and enjoyed every passing moment. The so called moralistic, pretentious society lost and they remained ‘friends for life’.
Surreal as it was, geographical distances did em apart (education took priority), while cherished memories kept bringing em back together!!!
Thoughts scattered all over the place, but the cloud called the writer's block just doesn't seem to let go me. How many more incomplete drafts before my next published post, I wonder?!
Oh cloud - go away and let me write, will you?