PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In the city of avatars 
uncharitable names were cropping up 
for wet and wild awards 
scripted on lips of unreliable nights. 

I wanted to quit archives 
of headless soldiers and standing back 
wanted to watch a river 
of corpses flowing to morgue. 

Another blast has killed a dozen 
bystanders, who were shopping 
for a white chador of peace 
from blood-streaked owners. 

Become a homosexual to catch up 
the wave. Don’t tell, don’t give up. 
The birthing of blue moon amidst white stars 
will take place shortly