Why do we run to a place called ' ABROAD'?

Looking out of the big window, I say to my heart its ok.

I feel starved, my stomach is making some weird noises. It seems I am hungry but I am not, I mean I am mentally, but I just don't feel like having anything.

The day was good, says the heart, but at the back of my little mind, it screams, where's your Mother?

The winds whisper, where's the Love?

All that I am asked by Me is,

Why is it that you're crying ?

Why are your eyes moist?

What are you searching for?

Then another voice says,

Don't cry, don't you worry, it's all upto you.

You're the strength, the weakness the dignity, the faith and the failure.

This left me with a feeling of satisfaction but it still makes me wonder, Why did I talk to me?