Being A Teen

Standing alone by the window

Watching into the rain of snow,

In the dusty air outside 

I saw an impalpable figure of mine, 

Crowded by fun en masse 

I was sitting under my mother's wraps,

It took me to some ten years or back 

Where life was not but such a crack,

Dreams were of games and toys

Little things did have peals of joys, 

Again I saw myself in the tearful rain

Standing still by the window lane,

Looking into my reflection so wet

I stood with a head full of cold regret,

The days of past were full of chill

But the mind longed to have the teenage thrill,

The thought of being happy ahead

Was just a daydream in my head,

Being a Teen has got so tough

Surrounded by fear, doubt and havoc,

Where smile needs a reason and tears need to be hidden 

Where freedom for self is also forbidden,

The clouds of rules , stress and mental pain

Fell so hard like this outside rain,

Now I want to run and flee 

Away from the mess running in me,

I would return if I could 

Back into my old childhood...