Life Surreal

The bay window is tearing up,
Looking for explanations. 
The clutter in our hearts building up,
The heartless abdications.

Awaiting affection.
At this tender age,
Cripples our generation.
Into just minions of rage.

The acceptance needed
Was never attained.
For affection we have silently pleaded.
Even after being the ones maimed.

The infinity just out of reach
Beautiful past calls.
Every law , rule you breach.
To achieve the joy preached.

Childhood is a memory to some,
An identity to others.
Cause of the freedom to live
And none of the bothers.

Respect and loyalty is seeked
Once you mistrust.
No more are we meek
The teens coated in rust.

Changed being seen
Pinacles being surpassed.
A positive scene seen
A sense of discipline aroused.

Experience of hurt and love
Is as unexpectable as a leaf shoot.
How you treat the messenger , the dove,
Is a map to the wise route.

The disposition wanted
Is not always got.
The things your parents ranted,
Always stay hidden , enclosed in our heart.

To be the why in yours,
Unwanted things you do for real.
To create a bubble of happiness,
We create a life surreal.

Alamelu.