TEENAGE TEMPEST AT THE CONFLUENCE OF LIFE'S SPRING AND AUTUMN

Wild as wind in the stormy sea

Teenage unfolds at playful thirteen



Ah those were the pleasant days special

Now only bleak memories in the back-pack



God’s own beauty rainbow shine colours flare

‘And how fast they passed,’ to think sure amaze



With their advent come funny conversations

Peculiar enthusiasm and cheers hilarious



Fun and excitement and uncanny fears attack

Talking of that today loud laughter crack

Firsts many encountered unawares

Laden with a ton of challenge everywhere



“So many questions in my head…?”

The time’s benign wonder tread



Restlessness forces an un-cheery yawn

Sometimes emotional towers spiral tall



Imprisoned thoughts dating prehistory

Confusions dot every ticking second awry



Silent waves of teenage void ding dong

Messing up every shadow of wild thought



So many questions shut beneath the dress

Caught in the struggle of the right and the wrong



“Will I find someone to turn to…?”

Unaware lips crave to spell wishes strange



Red and blue dreams circle the heart

Unreachable by the light of wisdom smart



A touch strange, caress alien, bliss in entangling hearts

Entwining of bodies in spiralling seduction dance



In the maturing times of autumn age’s blinded inquest

Shying bodies drink in heavy romance magic swept.



In such springs of heavenly tides pour in ecstasy

Imagination fierce tempests breaching every leash



Then again awakens slow wisdom’s glare

“Oh, they want me to be prepared…”



Life builds into a mysterious mansion

Full of criss-crossing isles and clues none



Words spoken with “Don’t…” always hurt

Felt like one forever would need to be walked



Closest people often would be pushed away

“I’ve grown enough to take care…” often is blared



Changing times, choices many one hunkers trying

Thinking, “I’ll make my own choice, lest I’ll be left behind…”



“Why should I hold on to you tight, you know I’m growing up?

How would you know what it means in life to move on?”



Sun begins to rise, life morphs so does the dawn within

Soon fascination fades awakened by thoughts deep



I’ve travelled from the east with the baby steps big

But ran through the blossoming youth’s days hectic



Jogging in the middle and then brisk walking to the west

The therapeutic baby steps now my only comprehension



Age courteous none I stand at the sunset’s shore

From where I see the teen looks such a blind roar



And I know, parent’s rule was the beacon of light true

Their presence brought care and sparkling wit cool



With eyes of the rules love them with heart and mind

Their looking glass you alter for autumn to show the way



Though their drenched stolen hours breathe by breathe

And word by word their tongue shall learn wisdom great.

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(first published on NbliK)
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