Funny Poems - Page 2


Afraid of each other
we are hiding from farewell.
At stake was our nest,
you did not want to leave.

I think of kissing the dead eyes
of a phoenix,
I am a flame and I am ash.
The clouds will come as a curse.

Scissors: your lips had tormented me.
Why are we separating the grains?
transparent hurts?
Something we did not want to say?

A parting gift of silence
will haunt the blind memories.
I am walking on the rough terrain.
You are sailing in the sky.


A toxic tongue laps the ocean
and fish goes to sleep at bottom.
I do not know from where to start.
A distraught candle flickers.
The blast victim was pregnant and
the foetal head got severed off in womb.

There were big holes in intelligence.
Raw fledgling. The evil existed
in every room. I was not able
to open a single door.

Because they were blind,
taking roots in soil of ancestral graves
on the name of god,
throwing blue stars
in the eyes of believers.


dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.


The body was arched in a denial mode
on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion
in the train of lots. A broken chain
of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime.
I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks
or flames. Only smoke on the mirror. It was
becoming a murder, discarding the clay, terracotta,
color in Indian summer. A sensuous dance
begins, on the mobiles. The portfolio contains the
numbers of streets for total annihilation so
the visual footprints will disappear. The mathematical
progress of genes halts. Million fingers will
write history of wailing waves, frightened
of hot winds.


I have dipped my fingers
in the blood of the victim
and asked for the version of the surgeon.

The precocious death?
Do I need another witness?
Who was trapped under the fallen tree?

Only the passer – by was hit
not the bulldozer
which comes from the palace.

After the rain, tortoises will come out,
parrots will be shot down
without any qualms.

Molten lava flows on the thighs.
I come before the symphony and shout:
our homes are burning.


Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.

Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.

Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.

When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.

Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.

Medals And Awards

In a school of murder a hub of
terror survives.
An acid attack on face
captures the contradictions of first nervous countdown.

Step aside my truth, my tears
are under siege. The schizophrenic
will draw a landscape
of falling earth.

Tonight a visual poem will come alive
on a dirty screen of life.
Words were written like mercy
on the hands.

Why the face wears no smile?
Hard core pornography of blueberries survives
amidst the shooting and explosions.
The nymphs were waiting in the heaven!

Lussy ‘n Pussy

Lucy has cat names pussy,
Lucy’s head is little but ruse,
Pussy is running for a rat,
Lucy’s brother is very fat,
Gray is playing with ball bat,
His ball by chance hit the rat,
Enjoying dead rat is pussy cat.
(c.k as oliver)

A Thought?

I woke one mornin’ with a thought in my head
I’m sure it weren’t there when I went to bed
It stayed all day, it stayed all night
It’s really given me quite a fright!
I made some enquiries, I asked around
People just stared, some laughed or frowned
Where is it from this little bright spark
Wandering around, alone in the dark?
Somebody’s lost it, that’s for sure
I’ll go to a Doctor, he’ll know a cure
So off I trot, my thought and me
An appointment to make with my G.P
Next Friday’s the day, half past two
I hope to goodness he know’s what to do
I walked around for days on end
Getting quite used to my new found friend
Friday came round and off I went
To my Doctor, my thought to vent
“Sit down and tell me what’s on your mind”
(Such a nice bloke, patient and kind)
“’tis this thought I’ve been havin’, going round in my head –
I’ve had it there since I went to bed”
“It won’t go away, I think it is lost –
Can you help – how much will it cost?”
“I can help with your problem, my fee’s fifty pounds –
Now tell me my friend, does it make any sounds?”
“No sound does it make – fifty pounds is a lot!
but then it’s no problem ‘cos the thought I’ve forgot!!”

Me and my friend make a charging light

me and my friend make a charging light
we sell it at maximum price
it has bulp of green blue and white
which give us bright in dark night
day and night we think about that light
why we sell it in maximum price
me and my friend make a charging light
we see it at maximum price
now we realized that it is good light
why we sell it at maximum price
me and my friend make charging light