an exasperation framed to capitalise

mediocrity has bitten me ever since my birth
ate away my highs and i am crying of its dearth
sky is the limit i was always taught
but i was born to hang on trees i never thought
thinking myself as alice and dreaming in wonderland
i lost even myself with traces in hand
obsessed with dreams,passionate for highs
i always tried to make a disguised strive
on monday he inspires me and my hopes arise
and on tuesday i taste the lowliest and realise(that)
mediocrity has bitten me ever since my birth
it has creeped into my being and i am no worth
oh i remember the last time i tried to break free
how it broke me and stranded me into an endless spree
and i thought
why is it like with every mediocre you get an optimist free

maa

wanna study in the laaltain,so dim,
on a bed so thin,
in those hot nights,
which made me perspire to the height.
I know i always wept with one drop.
But today i cry at heart and never stop.
I remember the day you slapped me,
and then you wrapped me
in your arms.
You don't slap,you don't wrap
I find there's a big gap

the loser

he is a brooder and thinks of it otherwise
and he is unknown that he does not know.
thinks of him, a thinker who thinks to the last
hence among those who are are not just unworthy past
ohhhh a brooder of degraded past.
He tells them the things, passed.
Rearranging the glory which he has lost.
He knows not the state he is seeking.
Coz the ones he had dreamt of, have fallen apart.
He used to love the good and the GOD.
He is an atheist and the good-s don't look at him anymore
fuck!!! he is a brooder and he is lost

an incomplete spasm

he will say it to her her
and she will know it someday that
the vanity of his being shruggs with shame infinite
that he believes in relativity in existence
and she is the co-ordinate
he will never see her
as she is his ideal defined
the absolute,the end,the full stop to infinite
which believers call god...
he will ever pray the she
and never stop the offerings ...