Somebody Ask My Soul Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

Parents love me but not enough.
Friends are fascinating,
Interesting, motivating and encouraging but not enough.
Books and exams keep me busy.
They bestow a purpose upon my purposeless existence but not enough.
I try wine, outing, congregation, seclusion, sex, sleep... but not enough.
Someone seems to have shot an iron arrow at my crystal firmament.
So, all my cherished dreams are falling down in bits and pieces like the precious chandeliers.
Seeing my dreams fall one after another, I scream loudly but not loud enough.
Some passersby look at me but not long enough.
Some sympathisers talk to me sometimes but not sweet enough.
I receive a phone call or two now and then.
I receive a message, an email or an SMS occasionally.
I do receive such things but not enough.
Is life really a curse or it seems to me so?
Why Can I not be happy, normal, loved, wanted, respected, and busy like others?
Are people really as much happy as they seem to be?
I eat, drink, study, walk, shop, laugh and sleep too.
I am happy but not happy enough.
My mute soul has something important to say.
May be, it has the answer to my disturbing questions!
May be, it knows the cure of my daily sufferings.
It speaks to me but not audible enough.
Please, somebody ask my soul.
Ask it what does it want?
Else, I have decided to set it free from the prison of my body.
I have decided to close my eyes eternally.
If someone requests me, later, to open my eyes, I tell you, I will not open.