Rusted door and dusty shelves,
bushes and weeds in our beloved garden,
life was a rush and we forgot how to love.
Money , bills and a life boring and still ,
daily humdrums rusted our shiny life ,
and we stopped looking eye to eye.
Photographs engulfed by the spider web ,
our memories together just a speck of dust.
I wonder what happened to us.
Why did we lost each other in this show and light ?
when all we needed was each other by our side.
We had to hang a smile and pretend everything was fine.
Cloaked in those dark nights we stared at the ceiling,
sleep was a distant dream inside we still cared ,
but we locked the door and let it rust and sob.
Maybe we are like the rails which flows together,
but meets nowhere.
Still , I wonder what happened to us.
~Mayuri Srivastava~
My Diary 
A poignant poem Mayuri
Thank you Sadje.
You’re welcome