Things that never belonged to me.
I once called them mine.
I have dropped my dreams way to many times.
But my dreams have been loyal even after the toll,
They crawl up and make way to my soul.

I am told I am beautiful by people who never even cared to learn my last name.
And I have punched a few who thought touching a woman was a game.
I stood by my son, in the hours of grief and sorrow,
I have have always and always promised him of a happier tomorrow.

Have your just sat and wondered, fed your demons on the thoughts it wants.
Have you ever decided to run away, change your name, your identity and stay in a countryside selling fruits or flowers.
God knows I have tried to rhyme with many, hopeless feat.
May be thats the reason my poems rhyme now.
Sometimes I stand and smile in-front of the mirror forcibly,
because the show must go on.
I have learnt to deal with the days that abandon me
and the nights that wish to see me cry.
But every morning I have up myself,
and left the pillow to dry.