Things happen once but,

They continue to happen in our minds again and again all over.

The more you try put them away,

The more like honeybees, they hover.

They sting at times, 

Silently behind the minds.

They run away somewhere, just before one finds.

You cannot forget them, nor you can change them.

They seem so stubborn- like me,

Hardly they leave,

If no one understands you,

Sometimes you have to walk all alone.

A pinch of faith and an ounce of will,

Sometimes that is all you need.