Coke floats and rainy roads.

Our dreams are as passionate as the swirls of icing on redvelvetcupcakes.As intricately spun as trims of lace.
Or perhaps,the flimsy idea of dreams we carry on for our entire life.Living the old lie of a life.
A constant sleet of heavy downpour.
We sit facing our coke floats,delighting in the creamy forthiness of vanilla ice-cream dissipating into soda.
"Almost like whipped cream" we nod in agreement.We're just being teeangers-laughter sprinigng seamlessly out of heads tilted back.
Accompanied by constant morsels of quips wrapped in the mental broth of our ecstacy.
"Love will make you learn things you don't intend to." She says "I'll wait for love to make him to do it,too or instead." I add earnestly.
We add witty remarks to are lush conversation.And run to the sidewalk before a passing car can splash us with muddy puddle water.A joviality where each little word and act seems funny.
And the goodness of mere coke-floats is a bliss.And stepping into inch deep puddles doesn't make us squirm.
An immortal day,one of those that never dies down in spirit-not even with the dying sun.The afternoon is forever young,true to it's spirit of youth.
The delicacy of  a few friendships is nothing short of magical.
It's our time to SHINE.

To Dying Frailities.

Everytime I look around,it astounds me to see kids,as I refer to them,
the young adults growing up with me,so grown-up all of a sudden,
It's changed in the most wonderful ways,our attitudes,our behaviour
we're subtly outgrowing  our gangly,awkward stance and hormone driven acts.
We're growing up,blooming like white summer flowers,that line the street,
so refeshing,a mindblowing kind of newness,crisp as sunbeams.
I think I see,the beginnings of responsibilty,of chivalry,
of a tender kind of concern for each other,
Treating each other like family,keeping aside differences
Being mature enough to forgive.
I feel this soft,fuzzy warmth in the cavity of my chest,
as if it were filled with sunshine.
Is this the same pride of watching your garden grow?
Of watching your child turn into everything you dreamed it would be?