Half Baked Poetree

And what is a poem, I ask?
A bunch of words
shuffled to scream?
It can moan and groan if I want to,
I can peel and seal,
sing and dance with letters and words,
I can jump to space and climb on Jupiter,
No even NASA couldn't do that! But hell I can,
my quill will and on my will it shall.

I can visit heaven and hell, if there is any,
can create my own if none exists,
I can become a bird, a flower and even the sun,
I can stop the poem and dirty it,
mess it that no one finds it poetic,
I can do what I want and even if that isn't enough,
what more is there to do? I am god, on this blog atleast!

I can make love to Buddha, but he doesn't desire me,
I can take Christ off his crucifix, free him of his pain,
I can do tandav with Shiva and braid his dreds,
I can strip cotton off Milarepa and even his black magic cannot stop me,
I can dig Kerouac from his grave and make him kiss me,
I can do what I want, what can I not, tell me?

So, the power of writing shall rule the world,
as long as humans live.
Now a tiger cannot write can he?
Well a tigress can, this is her poetry!

Joke of life called iRoNy

Laugh and someone weeps,
Joke and offence sweeps,
Calm is no balm,
Psalms no one hymns,
Knock and hear no sound,
Cry and no tears drop,
Smile and lips don’t stretch,
Sound that no one hears,
Leaves that will leave,
Flowers that don’t bloom,
Seasons that doesn’t change,
Wars that don’t kill,
Love that doesn’t care,
Mockery that doesn’t mock,
Life that doesn’t live,
Laugh if you will,
Iron of irony,
Sigh and why of lives,
Hi and bye.