Streams of thoughts enter and leave my
                                                          mind,
­                                        Like a gust of wind through
                                             Narrow labyrinth of
                                                     empty streets.
                                          Some gently sweep by,some
                                                     stir thoughts,
                                      Some scar my gentle heart- but
                                          they are my very own
                                       Neither elite,nor grandeur,
                                             but just as the world
                                       seems, through my sixteen
                                      year old kaleidoscopic eyes....