LAUGHTER TUESDAYS (37)

THE OTHER SIDE OF PAIN : A FUNNY SATIRICAL POEM BY ME.

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Pain and misery are a poet's essential creative tools. 
Those who have this preconceived notion are no less than fools. 
No one has escaped from the clutches of pain. 
So, there's no reason to be proud or vain. 

Real pain is not just the result of a heart break. 
Nothing could be worse than a toothache. 
Or getting your fingers stuck in a door, 
Or a toe stub against a table would make you cry more. 

Can you imagine the plight of a passenger who missed his flight or train? 
That's what is called real pain. 
Or when you get scolded for scoring low marks. 
And your relatives hound you like prey hunting sharks. 

Pain is when your family eats your favorite food when you are sick. 
This pain fuels your anger and you feel the desperate urge to kick. 
Each and every offending family member. 
To calm down your nerves and flaring temper.

When you miss out on a lottery by a digit, a pain hits you straight in the heart. 
You are about to go for a long drive with your beloved and the car won't start. 
Or your internet data gets over before you upload the post. 
That's when it hurts you the most. 

When you have put the clothes out for drying in the sun, but then comes the rain. 
Your tears flow naturally and you blame your luck again. 
You dread meeting a certain person and he turns up at your house. 
You contemplate the ways to get rid of him ; to escape from a boring louse. 
 

You try to end a conversation on the phone, trying to hold back the urge to pee. 
But the caller drones on and on, and you think 
"Why this always happens to me? " 
So, you see, pain need not necessarily be grim or sad. 
Because there are some pain in the behind, who can also made you mad. 

But the unforgivable and the saddest pain is the betrayal of your trust. 
Consider it a lesson to be learned that you must. 
Some might say that the best teacher in life is pain. 
That doesn't mean you have to go through this boring class time and again. 



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FROM THE PEN OF A FRUSTRATED SPOUSE.

A SATIRICAL POEM BY ME.

Good evening friends,

Today I got a shocking news of a mother of two, ending her life in my neighborhood. I don’t what caused her to take this extreme step. A couple of months ago, two brothers ended their lives. There are many reasons for going to such extremes.

  1. Financial trouble
  2. Upset over a family feud.
  3. Domestic abuse by a spouse.

I wrote this poem, considering the harassment of women by men and men by women after marriage.

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I wonder how some devils get angels as their husbands or wives. 
Their partners must be leading miserable lives. 
Ego flows through the veins of the dominant partner. 
The submissive one is harassed by him or her. 

These lunatics can't take their own bloody care. 
Depending on their spouses to find them an underwear. 
Why do they think that they are geniuses? 
When, in fact, they are nothing but stubborn asses. 

They think they are God's gift to their spouses. 
Who build homes out of their houses. 
"You can't do it, you are a fool." 
They feel their criticism is quite cool. 
"You are just a housewife. What do you do all day? " ( Arrogant husband). 
" You earn so much money. Hand me your entire pay." ( Demanding wife). 


'Matches are made in heaven', they say. 
My viewpoint is ' No way.' 
Marriage is a necessary social evil. 
According to me, it's the conspiracy of devil.  
(Not all marriages stink) 
Your married life is heaven if your partner is great. 
It's better to be single than be abused by your soul mate. 

How I wish marriages came with an expiry date! 
And move on to the next one or remain single as per your fate. 
Get over the period of your captive days. 
With the dream of punching your partner's face. 

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QUESTIONING SUPERSTITIONS

A SATIRICAL POEM BY ME.

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Don't do this. Don't do that. 
If you don't obey, you are a spoilt brat. 
Don't ask me where am I going? My work will be ruined. 
Says someone closer to me as if I had sinned. 

A son is the only legal heir who carries the family name. 
Who started your family? You don't know? It's a shame. 
You aren't supposed to cry on Fridays. 
Is it ok for me to shed my tears on other days? 
Arranged marriages are fixed on an auspicious date. 
It's a cruel joke played by the fate. 
While simplicity, humbleness, and kindness is meant for the bride. 
Is it alright if her in-laws are full of egoism and pride? 
Why are there different sets of rules for a man and a woman? 
Sometimes, she's treated like a trash can. 
Even a man has to suffer from the atrocities of a greedy wife. 
Ah! It's such a mysterious life. 
Blaming the stars and planets for our failure is a joke. 
It's time to wake up from the bed of superstitions, folks! 
Discipline is meant for everyone. 
Stop being so rigid and have fun. 

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MY WEIRD THOUGHTS

A FUNNY POEM BY ME

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Funny thoughts do cross my mind.
Each one is silly and one of its kind.
Would there be a book of excuses lame?
To put even a genius to shame.

Some people kill the already dead relative to save their face.
It’s not funny but a matter of disgrace.
Working couples blame each other when they are late.
Or curse the day they met and went on a date.

Some are quick to blame planetary position and inauspicious time.
Blaming something else for our failure is a crime.
Why are we so afraid to fail?
And consider it more humiliating than going to jail.

Now I am thinking of new games in the Olympics.
These games don’t require special tricks.
Apart from the high jump, how about a game of jumping to conclusions?
It would lead to a misunderstanding and plenty of confusion.

An obese man or a woman is automatically an uncle or an aunt.
Do we need to prove that our brain is scant?
Looks can be deceptive and cause a brain fade.
A green stone may turn out to be jade.

Just like a javelin throw, there might be a throw of words.
Whatever we speak from our mouth might fly like birds.
We have always enjoyed watching the pole vault.
How about the game of finding others’ fault?

There would be strong contenders vying for gold.
Criticism is a talent possessed by the young and old.
How about swimming in the pool of one’s glory?
There are people talented in fabricating a story.

How about the martial arts against the wagging tongues?
Ignorance is the best defense against the bully screaming out his lungs.

How about the contest to cheer the loudest snores?
And a gold medal to the couples helping each other with domestic chores.

How about holding a race to the shopping mall?
We, the beautiful ladies, would win it all.
A race to the sports club or a bar would find men win.
They pose as a model for a toothpaste ad with their grin.

Enough of my fantasy as I come back to the earth.
Love, friendship, loyalty, a keen sense of humor add up to life’s worth.
We share the bond of humanity.
Our relationship with our friends, families, and pets helps us maintain our sanity.

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INTERRUPTIONS

A POEM BY ME

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I was just about to go on a world tour.
Then, I felt the need to empty my bladder.
It left my feelings sour.
An interruption in my wonderful dream; I couldn’t get any sadder.

One day I was going through a great psychological thriller.
I had almost reached the climax to find out the killer.
And much to my dismay, my idiotic mobile rang.
“Please recharge your mobile,” The caller sang.

I was struggling in the kitchen with my pot and pan.
When I heard an irritating knock on the door,
I held back my temper on seeing a grinning salesman.
His sales pitch was an utter bore.

I thought of watching a movie on the television.
After finishing my work, I headed for relaxation.
I was sitting comfortably on my couch with a cup of tea.
My daughter came to change the channel only to upset me.

Interruptions! Interruptions! And more interruptions!
Leave me fuming at the mouth.
Some of them are unavoidable, while some are unwanted distractions.
I have successfully restrained myself from using words uncouth.

A little hindrance, here and there, is alright with me.
But every time it follows me like Mary’s lamb, I do get angry.
I wish for the sake of God, for the interruptions to leave me alone.
Stop bothering anyone else. If possible, please be gone.

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REAL V/S FAKE LOVE

A PRE- VALENTINE’S DAY POEM BY Me

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Come, Valentine’s Day! Love’s in the air.
Little Hearts are fluttering everywhere.
“Darling, you are my world!” some texts may say.
But the world keeps changing every day.

The innocent love begins with a beautiful rose.
It then moves on to propose.
A Rose might be beautiful, but it has thorns that prick.
Don’t make promises that you can’t stick.

Bend on knees and exchange rings.
Then quarrel over petty things.
Infatuation, crush, and lust are not true love.
These are like a match stick to a gas stove.

Your love should not come with an expiry date.
Break up after Valentine’s Day, and curse your fate.
Love for your partner should be unconditional.
Your love declaration should not be sensational.

The relationship should flourish on mutual trust and understanding.
Or else, it might resemble an aircraft that took off but had a crash landing.
Don’t judge love by costly gifts and expensive dates.
The couple embracing each other for their flaws are the perfect soul mates.

Beware of the opportunists loving you only for your purse.
They might cause wounds that will take time to nurse.
Your heart should be more beautiful than your face.
If someone lusts after you only for your looks, it’s better to part ways.

Pure love is more precious than gold.
It’s not an asset to be bought or sold.
Pure love is indestructible and not bound by time.
It will exist even after the death bells chime.

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