- Having green as its colour.
- Sickly, unwell.
- Inexperienced.
- Environmentally friendly.
- (figuratively) Overcome with envy.
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Richa Gupta (120)
she asked "the color green..
to you what does it mean?"
ohh honey honey
it's the color of money
freshly minted bills of green
spell success I said with a gleam
"oh do they?? she said
what about the weeping willows on our river bed?"
they are fine as they are
they don't put food in my belly or gas in my car
I will have them cut and get the woods clean
And I will bring in bundles of a different green
"They have been here for many generation"
She said with a horrified expression
And they did what good?
Cut them down I definitely would
There's only one color green my honey
And thats the color of money!!
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Mandappa KC (72)
Haiku is the colour green
leaves fall and leaves born
like lovers together, torn
a rose has its thorn
it was all yellow
sunshine, flowers and my life
it was all yellow
blue skies, mountain highs
silver dreams,where eagles fly
thats where i will die
leaves fall and leaves born
like lovers together, torn
a rose has its thorn
crowns of white, robe green
lakes, rivers, hills inbetween
Mother Earth, ever green
Chaos (72)
Grey are my choirs of dissonance
Crimson is my swollen earth
Pungent is my ominous black incense
That marks the damage done by my birth
Distant are my violet whores
Where heavens never shed a tear
Pink are my farthest shores
My pictures of distaste are near
My broken king, savour your brown
White is your only turmoil
Soft and Green are her luscious lips
That kiss me through the velvet soil
Aginsen Chauhan (120)
That English class, I remember clearly
Just before my first senior match, missed it nearly.
Othello was ominous,
And KC made the mood serious,
While I dreamed green.
KC pulled me up; conspicuous day dreaming,
Recited a verse and sought the underlying meaning.
While I dreamed green.
"The pit yawns before thee," KC remarked,
Punished me for a time perilously close to the match time earmarked.
The period closed, so did school,
I knelt before PP's office, like a fool.
"Speak up or you'd be pushing daisies!" barked PP.
"Sir, I play centre-back this evening," managed me.
The moody shithead bellowed, "Now don't you love that green patch. It just does something to you! Take the first left….You'll see green."
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Kavish Sinha (120)
As a child, I remember the box of crayons…And that night.
I was asleep, well almost. After putting away my precious ‘drawing’, that sketch of crooked lines and distorted circles I called a scenery. A tiny voice was whispering... from the box!
"I don't like red", said Orange. "Nor do I", agreed Pink. "I sit at the top", said Blue, "And I give color to the sun", Yellow quipped.
But I couldn't hear Green…
Black said "Am the Universe" and everyone fought. Green spoke mildly, "I am the undemanding ground. Everyone starts from me and ends in me. I allow the burden and wordlessly absorb everything. I am pristine, oh I am Green".
And Green, I colored my scenery first.
Willy Wingfoot (111)
The Last Shrub
Year-2089
The World is in war.
They burnt, they dug, they slew and they killed us all....a little later before they realised, they need us.
One Survived....
I lay hid, listening to the stream who brings me grievings of what's left....
She tells me;
Of her fair cousins running red.
The stench of decay and death.
Of bodies...half burnt...half buried.
Children, whose mothers won’t see them become men.
And of MEN.....mad wild men.....seeking glory among graves….
I see the red sun....and I see my mother having the last laugh.
Alas! As last of my seeds drop...
I wish...
I wish...I could be EVERGREEN.
I wish...men had never been.
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GSV(112)
"They say 'Grass is always greener on the other side',but my neighbour has pale yellow grass in his lawn,and more important fact is that i have no lawn", grinned Sanket with his distinct broken teeth." 'I am one of the oldest civil contractor of this metro,the order of old city is still green before my eyes when we used to have plush green trees everywhere but now we have skyscrapers instead'."Nobody is living his life for himself, everyone is in rush for 'the green' and now listen the real menace,if u once got struck in a traffic jam, you might keep cursing yourself why you stepped outside until the signal goes green!."
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Nandini Sen (113)
Whenever he came home, he'd spend hours gazing at the wonderful green expanse. The hills remained green throughout the year - different shades. Dark green, fresh bright green, pale green.His soul lay in this green world.
Then there was Panna - the shimmering green emarald of his life. Someday he'd tell her how he loved her.
Today his eyes were trained not on the hills, but the rapidly approaching dot. It was Panna in the green salwarkameez he'd presented her last year.Holding her arm was Neel.
Panna and Neel breezed in with their engagement news. When they left, he noticed his pallor was green with jealousy.
He'd lost his green to blue (Neel).
Mickey the Monkey (120)
"Papa, I have to write an essay on Green, can you help me?"
"How unfortunate, Junior, you have never seen green. It was a popular color in our times. Now there are only gray, brown, red and black colors around. In my childhood, when I lived in the forests of Kuano, there were so many shades of green around.
"Dad, are you talking about pre-historical colors, I have to write about Green, the rock band."
Dok Saab (120)
Harit Joshi, the chief of Green Brigade, was sitting on fast unto death outside the Palampur Paper Mills. Wherever the greenery was in peril, he was there.
"Use email save trees" was his slogan,
"Shutdown the paper mill, save earth's green cover" was his demand.
Seth Jamnadas had come for negotiation with this green activist.
"Your mills can continue only on one condition, Jamnadas Ji. Make a pledge to the Nation that you will plant five trees for every tonne of paper made, Palampur's green cover has to be saved"
And coming close to him, whispered in his ears,
"And, 10% shares for me in your company and an apartment for my son-in-law in Manhattan, fully furnished with teakwood furniture."
Hummingnerd (109)
Green is your love
Measured by the root of prosperity
Sweet and angelic
Looking for a colorful identity
Green is your mind
Poverty-ridden and clogged with stems of dismay
Joyful and serene
Beyond which there is no today
Green is your plate
Filled with pleasures of a wicked appetite
Suspended on a hook abode
Having a dangerous poisonous evil delight
Green is your future
Greener will be the sun
Greener will be the moon
Greener will you weep
Greener you will sleep
Green is thou
Green is thee
How much more greenery do you want to see?
...
...
...
Yes
With some more money
Greener you will be!
NM (120)
"Green", Nysa screamed, "My blood's green."
There are things in life we don't have control on. Aslam always knew that things between them couldn't work out. He hated her kind, they had attacked and broken down his mosque, had killed his brothers, raped his sisters. But then, he did love her. But could he commit to her? It was the quintessential question of principles being bigger than love. When love gets bigger, belief becomes ego.
"This ain't gonna work Nysa. It just can't." he said, smashing a bottle, blindness shimmering through his eyes.
She picked a piece of glass and slit her wrist before he could even blink.
"Why not Aslam? Look at this, Green", Nysa screamed, "My blood's green."
Neharika (120)
In twilight, on top of the pole Ashra saw it.
"its still green " she screeched with joy into stillness.
Incoherently she blabbered at his incognito touch "kaka teacher said in class
Eyes moist he thrust a big stone into her palm "Till it is green this nation will be too”
Stranger HE left singing
"my only inheritace , the most expensive emerald is lost
Its sparkling green in a childs heart hope restored
time o time fly back in your flight ,
make me a child again, just for tonight "
Konfessioner Singh (120)
A thousand green bangles
are alive tonight.
They clink,
dancing with the moonlight.
Heavy are bent arms,
with wet diamond drop bracelets--
of fresh rain.
Now singing soft songs
slowly whispering me awake…
Calm scents call
tickling a silent sleepy nosetip,
and capturing pockets of this wind
are magic-purple baby chimes…
A thousand green bangles
are making music;
with the first wafts of winter wind
fingering all that’s asleep,
Peter-Pan in a pea suit like…
Three nights ago I heard:
the first whisper
and I saw early,
the ripe orange harshingar--
falling like fragrant stars,
like impossible sweet wishes
on wet earth bricks
the morning winter arrived
embracing with a clink
of green bangles
my rosy red winter kissed cheeks.
