A Person Is Thinking Poem by Naveed Akram

A person is thinking, wasting his thoughts on bodies
And darkness, bad writing, and dying freedoms.
A prayer is cool, written tonight as we accept it always,
Safe like calling, safer than a shut door, being well.
We are being pious in the direction of our youth,
Staring against the tide, feeding a fall to the other side.

A person is eternal in his drugs of a sharp wonder,
Drunk with despair, opened by the wounding, he strides
Two steps after two steps, then that many steps paint him.
Boiling and trapping, a waterfall feels emotional and created,
Like a listening with fervour, with water that was water,
Lovers stain their minds with burning lands of gold and water.

Weight confidently drowns us in barely hungry climates,
The bodies are facing a person's body, with dealing and dying.
The life of a good eater is like the loving of a friend,
Wanting evidence so angry, desiring the regret of a past lover.
I am tight as a person when it pleases me inside, blaming us,
Creating a bend in the living of this world, but we are only alive.