Homeless

Homeless 

I am broke,

I am broke because I pay rents 

I pay rents for living in the hearts 

belonging to someone else .

The rents sums up 

To the love, energy and time.

In the beginning it seems like I own them 

Then the owner arrives

And i am left with no time,

Lots of baggage and a call-

that the home is not mine.

I try to please them for concessions,

For few more days for few more installments

But they are always reluctant and

throw my stuff out .

It's always on the streets, shattered and scattered 

I beg again for some time -

some space atleast a room.

But the owners are proud,

Cruel and malicious.

They push me out of the door,

Shut their windows down 

And don't even want me close.

I pick my stuff off the streets also 

I pick the question up

How long?

How long my rent wouldn't ever be enough?

Will i ever own a home?

I am never an owner

Always homeless , always loner

Always a tenant never the owner.