“How are you?” I ask you
How are my parents
How are my friends
How is he?
I constantly call them, mail them
How am I? Do I ever ask?
How is the girl behind my smile feeling?
When did I ever worry..!!
Facebook…
His new car… Her new bag
He is feeling super… She is feeling loved
Yet…
How am I feeling??
My repressed thoughts imprisoned behind my eyelids
Are they ever cared about?
My dream to travel the seas
To smell the exotic flowers
To taste the foreign spices
To breathe the wind of freedom
When would I ever let them go…!!!
