Today My Soul Breathes Poem by Naveed Akram

Today my life became a living of the utmost quality,
Tonight the passage of time accepts a lonely traveller.
My patter of raindrops is the investigation from the heavens,
When do breathing exercises cease? What are their values?

Today my life became a right, a left and an up,
With flesh and bones, without the straight dealings,
Sometimes with action and act, thought and thinking,
Like a day of the highest eminence and concentration.

Why does science speak to me in contorted fashion?
It resides in a corner of the mind, inside the trails of light,
Killing the skin, keeping the wishes of a wise person
As he or she laughs in pure form, into the distresses.

Today my life was my death, it considered the avenues of
Life; it was a road to trick and tamper, to regrow in the
Limbs of righteous men who lived according to laws,
Whose speech impediments bespoke a laughter of ease.

And so the right end of the poker is a stick of light and death,
Death is a vocation of the deaths, learning from the soul
So writer and reader, so anxious and animal if left aright,
Like the souls of the hateful men who love the life.

I have my life in recesses of the mind, a soul is a different tale,
A soul watches a dancing man who ignites fire from muscles;
The exercise of the breath is braking me apart day by day,
I cannot force him a collision, and so the soul is free to believe.