Joker Poems

In her eyes- I was alone You were insane I thought I was different You said we were the same I started to help you Investing more You pulled me inside And slammed the door The deeper I fell The

The wise man, and the fool. shall never agree, For the fool, thinks himself, to be wiser than he. Yet the wise man knows, not all that is taught, And the fool thinks, wisdom, can be bought. And the fool

Life is a game of Rummy, game of chances and skills, You got to play with what’s doled out to you, The Aces, the Kings, the Queens and the Jacks, And pip cards with value from two to ten, So

I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead

Rip from the seams of ribcage and spit your puzzle into me Stare and stab into abandoned pupils until they are your pearls Eat the air around me and speak of how you were a muse once Then take what

Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused

I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t

I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity I spent childhood happily and merrily I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges I experienced Middle age as most

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,

Today’s pandora box is possessed, spirits within are legion, living bogeys are numerous, ever so often drunk, every day pandora hypnotizes followers, 24/7 pandora mesmerizes- adherents- making billions addicted to vacuum tube. Ancient gods- mild or ferocious- pandora has rebranded,

I gaze at the glinting red possession which is cemented into my palm. The shining red light lures me, The smooth touch delights me. A dark blinding shadow slowly peeks, handing the glossy fruit into my custody. “Have it, my

Who is he? Who is he? who comes in my dreams, Who wakes me up from my slumber and sleep. Whose face is hardly seen,… But his image is engraved deep within. He has several names and immortal fame, made

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

….in search of God….. Simple Irony ……. ……His Compulsion….. Infinite Niti-Grities will Appear …. Whenever You’ll ….. Attempt to be Rich ….. In Thoughts …In Words …In Action ….. Unaccounted Stillness will Steer ….. Whenever You’ll …….. Prompt to Switch

Sitting in my room at night, having a drink and a cigarette Wondering about my life so far, haven’t I grown up yet? If I still like to do, all the things that I did When I was younger and

We were kids and we were four Formed the best group of friends before Got to play almost all street games Not minding if sun already sets. Oftentimes, visit each other’s house Happily watched cartoon-series about blue cat and brown

Lost in the dark Stumbling, falling Scratched and torn Savages bark The ones called friends A light shown bright A ray of hope A ladder of escape Two hearts beat as one Fell into each other Hope was their drug

Happy happy is the day When we can run, laugh jump and play Without fear of dying Or losing today No more anger No more hate No more grieving That’s always too late I am not blue And you are

Sometimes I would think what life be without ink how to express the sorrow or how to say there is a better tomorrow how will we say worry not I am there or do not give up I am here

This is my home large, colorful, abstract real paintings on the wall a reflection or deflection from the self? Light gasping for life emitting from the lamp brushing past the faces so bright This is my home A sanctuary of

Like the moon can cause the waves to move, and Sun can grow the flowers, So too, a friend can fill another’s life with many golden hours. So strive your best to sow True Friends through love, through trust, through

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Cereus was in bloom in nightwashed desert, sand was cool, it tipped off the contour drain, a river sent its compliments. If the death was at home, like an estranged lover, will you open the door in dusky stripes of

I had never imagined the impossible Never thought this would happen But how could I deny What was right in front of me It was like looking in a mirror But it wasn’t exactly the same She looked so much

Behold, you are in the presence of the painter of man May his brushstrokes be kind as he paints your essence He sees right into your soul as he paints the inner you Your canvas is life, may the hues

Oh and after all this time I’ve known you it never did cross my mind that you could be the one for me, was it Jupiter or was it Venus that has opened the door to love now after all

Bunch of flowers, fresh fragrant showers, timidly waiting for something. I hear a sound buzzing around, Where am I? Where I’ve been? Is it for real? Or, is it just a dream? Tinsel beads cover the trees, and the strolling

The space behind my lids is empty- A void that I wallow in, Till the dawn of a new day. Wrapped in my delirious loam of comfort, I tranquilly lay, Wafting in the highest of all heavens, Nothingness and escapism

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

I can feel it up… Every moment I spend with you… as I close my eyes … I can feel you up… I know you are not around… But you are in my heart.. The moment you were with me…

Roses had gone wilting after surgery. Biovision of acrylic lenses was projecting a corrupt green mount. The rubber king had a papery laugh. How you deal with a maverick – matter – of – factly? Pall bearers of a tall

Today, my friend, You mirrored those hurts, Those painful struggles, Those heartbreaks, sighs and cries, Yet, you hid your tears, Smiled, And even laughed, Cracking jokes, As if I don’t know What you helplessly tried, Dear dear friend, I know

Not an hour goes by without the thought of Him He, the one who betrays me He, the one who leaves me smiling He, the one I hate He, the one I love Not a day goes by without the

Yippeeee it’s time to go for a walk, I was beginning to think my person forgot, It seems like a week since she last took me out, I hope she will let me run all about. Ooooh I might see

The written word is a powerful thing From a simple rhyme to a song we can sing With music and melody, emotions are stirred They live in your memory from the day they are heard Words of love in a

Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me

My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left

Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non

Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the

While writing a poem I make a blood hole in my hand. A walnut face opens the wrinkles to find a jade green nephrite for colicky times. A prelude to a death sentence for profane thoughts. You think, you can