Empty spaces around a lively home,
remind of the dry dawns I woke up to,
amidst the range of lush green gardens
of my life - all too surreal.
The same old reasons,
to think the same way I always have,
make me strong but weak within,
for the change is long gone.
And then, of all I feel,
neglected, dejected and unwanted,
a life with so less to seek,
something so missing real.
Although, there are things,
that somehow let me stay,
to see all failures and absorb them,
to know that its not all nothing.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010