Iman Roy Poet Rhyme

Written In the Afterglow

Songs making up for the lost rhymes
Careless trips to the golden times
Fingers lurking at the odd satin..

Boisterous spasms of pleasure pure
Wrecked buildings and their darkness lure
'Loving' in spanish, and latin...




Roaming around the rowdy roads
Missed call alerts and silent modes
Tossing technology at bay

Dwindling cries of the humming bees
Wounded kites, trapped in trees
Memories build and Memories fray




I see the world with freshly woken eyes
Puerile camaraderie and the grown-up goodbyes
Friends who hurt and lovers, forget..

People are not what people do
They, mere puppets off the blue,
Live in sin and are living late..



The weary ways of writing stories
Of passion, of faith, of honourable glories
Had never gotten into me

A happy bird in the clear blue sky
Over the hurt, pain, deceit, I fly
Racing the wind and letting things be...

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