A Shoulder to Cry On

Oct 1

When someone asks me,
'How are you?'
I promptly say,
'Fine, it's all okay'.
But is it really so?
or just formal pleasantries,
in the form of lies,
that I know internally
but he or she wants to listen
just to complete a formality...

Everybody can't understand
the pain I undergo
or the wounds inflicted on me,
who's there in this world
who has no pain or wounds?
but I keep smiling,
not to make a joke of myself...

But deep inside I want to offload
some of my heavy burdens
by sharing the same with someone
who can understand me
and comfort my sorrow,
who can lend ears,
who can listen to the words
in my silent eyes,
and also those
not yet spoken by my eyes,
who can embrace my pain
and hug my wounds...