those GREEN LEAVES and the STRUCTURE

What to say
Dogs ride
And
Bitches lay...
Destined plight
the considered destined plight
the love,the hate,the cry,the fight
then those green shiny leaves
green on white.
the SHE
a Blush 
and then all those She's
a Smile
structured
Unstructured
And then the totally broken ones
And the voted worst are the self voted,mass considered,mildewed,euphemised,Layered,virtuality real-ised
STRUCTURE....

the bitch

she came
oh she came with a duster
with miseries
and sorrows in a cluster.
i pleaded
she didn't realise
i cried
she will never sympathise
i will piss on her
and she will run
i donno
(if)she is a bastard
but she is a bitch for sure......

He/She

he came from a foreign land
and i was told to make him my friend
some were visible of their minds
and some told it from behind
i include my being in the latter case
coz the whole situation for me was out of phase
did the first man step on moon bare foot
he was given white space suit and a pair of safety boots
his steps were big for mankind
yes my steps really are bigger for my mind
let me wear my suit
and give me a pair of safety boots
i do want to climb and reach
but i have died a many times
and i dont want to repeat it,please.

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 ...