Now your talent is nothing but sand.......you may be wondering why am I comparing  sand with talent......like this doesn't make any sense. But let me tell you.....this all makes complete sense. You apply water and your hands on the raw material(sand) that you got to make the best thing out of it. Sand is your talent.......water/hands is your hard-work and the miniature that you make is SUCCESS! Success which is said to be a pretty temporary thing is composed of your hard-work and TALENT! As long as there's HARD-WORK AND TALENT.......SUCCESS CAN NEVER BE TEMPORARY! Okay now enough of philosophy.....let's get back to talent. Everyone's got nose, ears, lips, tongue, hands, legs, BRAIN and everything that a human being requires to carry out the life processes............just like these everyone has this ultimate phenomenon called Talent! People take some Talent Learning courses to make money in their life...........but no one ever told them that NO ONE CAN TEACH YOU TALENT.........NOT EVEN THE FINEST INSTITUTIONS IN THE WORLD CAN DO THAT! IT'S IN-BUILT IN YOU....YOU WERE BORN WITH  IT AND........WILL DIE WITH IT. God has given every single human being something that he/she can use to touch the summit....but how? Yeah.........this is a frequently asked question...How do we know what is our talent? Pretty valid question...now as I told you...No one can teach you talent......you look for it......you ask yourself....WHAT IS THIS THING THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN DO BETTER THAN ME?  WHAT IS THIS THING THAT GIVES ME MORE HAPPINESS THAN ANYTHING ELSE I DO? WHAT IS THIS THING FOR WHICH I CAN LEAVE EVERY OTHER THING JUST TO DO IT FOR A MINUTE OR TWO? And when you have found the answers to these three questions....THEN YOU'RE ALL SET TO MOVE THE MOUNTAINS! People around you are either gonna be the SWEET, DIM LIGHTS OF SUPPORT OR THE IRRESISTIBLE, DARK LIGHTS OF NEGATIVITY.........What you have to do is to switch off the DARK LIGHTS AND KEEP SWITCHED ON THE DIM ONES. But sometimes you'll only have the DARK LIGHTS....SO,.......SWITCH THEM OFF ALL AND ILLUMINATE THE LIGHT OF YOUR TALENT TO KEEP WORKING!

UTKARSH

Got fired but looked as if he bluntly had resigned,
Got penalized for improving every product's design.
And yet created another one, cuz as hell was creative his mind,
"Stay hungry, Stay foolish", was his ultimate key-line.

Not a coder, not an engineer, no technical precision,
No determined profession, except for a couple of visions.
Loved his work and worshipped his love,
Stood apart form the crowd to put himself above.

Eliminating the unnecessary was the magic of his sight,
What phone would you be using, if on his was a copyright?

His fame is the consequence of what he always used to say,
Conventional is always preferred, can you think it in a different way?
Got trolled as the company's name was based on the name of a fruit,
However it has been for many decades, digital technology's roots.

He taught us how to follow one's dreams without always being afraid,
Because thousands of supporters stand behind some handful filled with hate.

He taught me to grab the golden opportunity and not regret on the one that drops,
As like him one day, I will be able to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, My name is Steve Jobs!"

Tears run down, riding my indentations, as this beautiful opportunity will probably never come.
Future happenings succeed the present situations, or is just blindly believed by some?
Stretched out 20km road looks tinier than my geometric scale,
As this tutor named TIME works day and night to make us fail,
But this time my gaze has risen, my hands' bones crack to put and end to this tale!
Be the game-changer dude, now is the time or never will it be,
If standing still suffocates you then boost your feet and flee.
Be the game-changer girl, you're no less than none,
Your agile feet have been frozen, so demolish the ice-cage and run!
Be the game-changer, to live something called life,
Go explore the vast forest away from the beehive.
And on every step of this complicated journey, will you face a danger,
Or kick it away and forward you move, TO BE THE GAME-CHANGER!!!

Light's already got what it needs,
Glance at the emerging darkness.

Secure is the feeling of cowardice,
Fear has got the essence of hardship.

Love has got fancy bowls
which are just two weak souls,

Hatred has broken poles,
But helps you set up many goals.

Both sides of the coin can win the toss,
Although only one becomes the boss.

Victory of one undetermined potential of the other,
The world chose the chosen one and moved on further.

Negativity is the action of the side which was made to lose,
Everyone praised the victorious thinking it was the only one left to choose!

You heard about that girl who's dating four guys right now,
Instead of being mature and wise, your reaction was a big wow!
You heard about that lunatic kid who lives on the streets,
But you never noticed his demeanor and the way how he greets.
You heard about that skinny man who comes back late at night,
Did you know that the work load has been killing his appetite.
You heard about someone called God, whom you have never met,
Yet he's the one who gets the credit for everything you get.
You hear about a lot of crap which you always tend to believe,
And lose the most valuable fellows who can never be retrieved.
These fatal cells of lies...start developing like a tumor,
You hear a lot of it everyday and commonly call it RUMOUR!

Chapter 1 – The new kid

It was 8 in the morning; Vaani was already late for school meanwhile mom couldn’t resist making her gallop that whole glass of milk. She couldn’t help it, “ Why do we need this now when I should be chatting with my buddies in class!?” She let out an exasperated argument while holding the hot steel glass. Swallowing it in half a millisecond, she politely ordered dad to drive her to school. The weather wasn’t any different from the day before, however there was this strange shade of dark blue which let itself spread all over the town. The sky was unusually favorable and was worth staring at. Approaching the school building, dad gave a quick reality check and she instantly shifted from her unusually-aesthetic-blue-ceiling dimension. “Thank you, Lord Shiva!”, she expressed her gratefulness to one of the Hindu holy trinity for helping her reach on time. The ultrasonic giggles and chatters in the corridors were the evidences that prayer hasn’t begun till now. After the prayer, quite in resemblance with the daily chores at home, all of them arranged their tables and non-expectantly waited for Ms Prerna. Ms Prerna is the head of the English department in school, the fact that English is a subject taken least seriously by the students is something that she’s not completely oblivious of. They have no Brutus-Caesar business with her, but on the contrary, they do detest beginning their mornings with an hour learning a language they never learnt in class. Ms Prerna stormed into the classroom with an energetic vibe, a clear indication of a 10-minute extension of the lesson. Comme d’habitude, everyone sang out their good mornings in a rhythmic symphony. However, it wasn’t just them alone contributing to the morning paradigm. A throaty and electrifying voice like the arrival of tsunami yet humble and calm like the low waves at the evening beach could be heard with utmost clarity. Ms Prerna furrowed, consequently her wrinkles drowned into the corner of her lips to curve a smile. “I see we’ve got a new kid in class today!”, she rejoiced the arrival of the mysterious voice, and as a part of the necessary tradition, she asked him to come out and introduce himself . Vaani was curious at top of her senses to witness the physicality of the hoarse sound waves meanwhile, the husky lad came out of his chair, the long and heavy strides he took were attributing to his tall stature, as he came in close proximity, one could experience the delicious odor of the seven seas. It almost felt as if all the water bodies reincarnated as a male progeny. He turned. Towering young lad, whiten-hued with a light swarthy shade. Covered in the translucent sheets of skin, his veins ran up and down and finally converged at his wrist. Physique so lithe and muscular, one could substantiate that he wouldn’t have even heard about unhealthy junk. Clean shaven with a downward slanting jaw, lips fixed like a warrior’s bow, stable and subtle. Short hair but every bit uprising. Then, he raised his gaze, stark blue eyes violent enough to execute someone but at the same time, comforting and intoxicant enough to rejuvenate every being. Invoking an obedient smile, he set forth his introduction, “Good Morning Ms Prerna! I’m Neel Samudravanshi and I’m quite excited to be a part of this class.” Neel Samudravanshi, (literally – Blue Descendant of the Ocean). Every bit of his name was associated perfectly with his personality! “A very good morning to you too Neel! I hope you find the environment of the class comfortable and welcoming. I see you’re planning on taking seats with Akaash, he's one of the most diligent boys and I’m sure you won’t face any difficulties adjusting here as long as he can guide you. I’m pleased to welcome you! Please take your seat child.”, the very traditional paradigm of bragging the hospitality was yet again fulfilled by Ms Prerna, but this time she seemed to be reflecting unnecessary geniality. It appeared as if she was saying those diabetic utterances out of some sort of devotion. There was something peculiar about him, something very obscure. Obviously, he was no Derek Hale from Teen Wolf, nevertheless there lied an inexplicable enigma in his eyes. The clock kept ticking with increasing intensity, or maybe it was the sound of Vaani’s impatient disposition desperately waiting for the clock hand to stand ***** at 9:10. At 9:05, she was quite edgy, however, just out of insignificant curiosity, she glanced over at Neel, “How the hell can he be so much involved in this sadistic lecture?”, she murmured to herself constantly scrutinizing the mindfulness of the new lad. The bell rang, one could hear a great reverberation of amalgamated relieving sighs, after all, they weren’t the biggest fans of the subject. The consecutive periods were in this order, maths, maths, chemistry and sports. The school administration was thoughtful enough to award them with a 10-min break after the highly endearing first period and as usual, all the boys and girls gathered around their preferable tables along with their preferable humans, commonly known as “friends”, this is exactly where the purpose of uniforms and identity cards fails. A short span of pause is sufficient enough to cleave the pretentious union into numerous tribes of four or five. Vaani was one of the most desired and voguish girls of the school and yet the humblest darling anyone could ever run into, however today, she incorporated a great amount of inquisitiveness in her actions. Partly rejoicing the short break with her school-oriented social circle and partly switching sight over to the common point of interest, she felt distracted. Meanwhile all this short gala, Neel seemed comfortably addicted to his assigned place in the classroom, motionless, eyes subtly penetrating the mid-point of the rectangular board, face spewing a burning backscattering confident look. Amidst all this, Akaash patted him gently on his back and made a generous effort in transmitting the complicated art of socializing, “ Hey Buddy! I know it’s your first day and it truly ***** to be around a group of total strangers for this long, but you’ve got to get up and interact with them. Judging your taste, the he’s aren’t worth it but the she’s are so totally worth running into!”, Akaash exclaimed with a formal and lame laugh, he definitely was one of the studious and academically extraordinary kids however, that didn’t turn him into a total nerd who spends 2 minutes stammering out of 3 while having a conversation with a person of the opposite gender. To reciprocate some generosity and acknowledgement, Neel finally called it a day on making love to his desk and his eyes weren’t tormenting that mid-point anymore, “ Whom are we starting off with, the he’s or the she’s?”, he asked, by putting on a charming smirk to get along with his helping hand. Akaash led him towards the girl-specific dense region of the mediocre-sized classroom and switched on his mingling device, “So ladies! This is Neel, the brand-new animal in the kingdom and I expect you all to get along with him, behave well with him, help him get through the absurd culture of this wrecking institution hahaha!”, the girls didn’t have the slightest idea of anything about Neel, but his personality was dynamic enough to make any of them fall for him. Tanya reached over to establish an amical relationship by shaking hands with him, but all she desired for was to swirl her long fair fingertips over his vascular forearm, “ Hey I’m Tanya! Tanya Kapoor, I’m sorry the kids here are too much occupied within themselves and it’s kinda hard to look after everyone you know.”, Tanya was a perfect gene of the conceitful teenagers who have a sense of superiority regarding their family, financial stature and physical appearance, moreover they are well-versed with the skills of pretentious-empathy which is why they’re able to dodge the entitlement of mean girls. Totally inconsiderate of the conspicuous semi-seductive motives of Tanya, Neel summarized his reaction in a bland handshake and the blandest smile one could possibly make. The domino effect of befriending was now functional or what one could assume to be a far-fetched attempt in successfully hitting it off with the out-of-league material for which the modus operandi was flattery and well that’s it. However, the last block of the domino was far apart from every preceding one, the one who wouldn’t follow the conventional trend and stand apart. Premonishing Vaani’s persona, Neel himself went ahead and stretched out his hand, “Hey!”, he addressed her. “Hey, I’m Vaani, I hope you won’t have to go through all this tedious intro-procedure over and over again.”, Vaani empathized with him as she knew how dull it gets after a while, getting summoned like a culpable to lay foundations of uncertain acquaintances, whom you might want to annihilate in near future. “I’m sure I won’t have to, Vaani. Thank you.”, he responded with some essence of eccentricity in his words, something that could leave one astray and disoriented in comprehending the verity. Although it shouldn’t come as a surprise, after all one could always get lost in the depths of the ocean.

Soluble like salt in water,
Temperature of sun that gets hotter and hotter.

A dead man who never comes back,
A 20 year old train with its last journey on the track.

The rusted strings of guitar which can't possibly be used,
The old man's life when he was a kid and all the fun that got him amused.

Decisions are like these things and can never be taken again,
If so would happen then infants would never turn into men.

His arrival is like that of a savior, But his departure is up to your behavior.

Cuts all the painful shrubs and plants generous seeds, but goes away when you can feel the presence of fulfilled needs.

He takes a part in your sorrowful ride, just to make you feel that someone is by your side.

But then your carefree actions make him go and hide and you always say that the guy was full of pride.

At a point of time, he’s the whole world to you and all that matters is his presence, But when your disposition takes a beautiful turn, we start to doubt on his existence.

The brutality of human words make you end your life, but he’s the one who saves you always from the destructive beehive.

I call him the traveler because he has seen each river’s banks, he brings a lot and takes back a few, can you fill in the blanks?

The world wants two lives, one is its own and the other is given by you,

With your life they build a home, and your dreams get flushed in the loo.

**** your nights, **** your sleep,
And still like a harassed goat you bleep,
How can you end up being so weak?
Are you what I said or so just you seem?

You are not, what they believe,
Not a victim of what they perceive,
Because they'll always want two lives,
Turning sturdy and rigids into feeble and naives.

We'll pursue, what we want,
They can never supress us or ever daunt,
Our hope will now retaliate and haunt,
And our success will make everything flaunt!

So now is the time to decide,
Do what your heart says...or die being their pride,
Their expectations are tough sharp lights,
But we have to follow the sunshine bright.

And many reluctant seeds like us, will have to be sown,
Because the world always wants two lives of its own...

But it has always turned out to be true,
That the single-faced personality has something hidden in two!

And…yes I would always want to talk to you,
Regardless of any ******* thing that you’re probably going to do!

Cuz I ain’t got nobody with whom I can get glued,
So why not love the discrete levels…..cuz I don’t need a crew!

Misjudgement

The stereotypical society has notions of its own,
Being judgmental towards the calibre and capability of the known!

Academic qualifications pace up your growth,
Separate domains are left behind to loathe.

Touch the feet of printed pages and your success will touch its summit,
Being discreet is the hated song and you mustn’t even hum it!

Beliefs of the individual are controlled by the preceding,
They then are pushed into the crowd of unaware succeeding!

We are what we are and we believe in what must be done, yet we can never be grown,

Ladies and gentlemen

The stereotypical society has notions of its own!

Whilst you snore in your room as big as a senate,
In the obscurity of night, I create thousands of planets.
Non-routined schedule is what my life you call,
My improvisation possesses the speed of light,
And yet appears to crawl.
I can say, that I know, as the world and I have been kins,
I adore engraving your gentle virtues and neatly carve your sins.
I don't sleep so as to make it happen,
Uncover the hidden hell, behind the hypothetical heaven.
In the silence of dark, empty terrain or a park,
I baptize my fingers with the potion to write,
Retiring from what's called society, so that I can get enough of quiet.
I don't sleep so as to make it happen,
The world's familiar with eight planets, yet I only know seven.
So lie down and go faint, to make your tired senses jump and twirl,
While I'm awake till the commencement of dawn to create another world.

Creativity lies in the obscurity of night!

Fame is the most wanted creature travelling across the planet!

You’re desparate to have it but with those cheap and stupid specs,
Cuz the ones already being famous would always compare you with rotten eggs!

It takes a lot of beauty, trolling tricks and stylish progression,
To get the whole ******* thing in a goof like yours possession!

Generosity doesn’t matter buddy you gotta have swag,
Sweetness won’t suffice anything…..what about boasts and brags?

Trend-setting hair, profound blue eyes,
With a bunch of smirks and you’ve just become a price!

Well…how can we forget that perfect jawline,
Which deviate everyone and let them go blind!

Now you just realised…that you haven’t got any of it,
What you gonna do when your post won’t be called “LIT”!

Famous were James and Lily, therefore he became Harry,
Otherwise a 12 year old orphan in Hogwarts wouldn’t be necessary!

So stop running behind the train called Popularity,
Cuz once you outshone the swaggy-dupes, this train will depart from your city!

Why worry and speculate to fit in the insane trend,
You just want a number of people, what if everyone on Earth would like to be your friend!

Today people attract you and tomorrow you’ll do the same,
This is the function and feature of this humungous magnet called FAME!

Just be yourself and forget about fame, cuz your success would always scan it,

Fame is the most wanted creature travelling across the planet!

Utkarsh Upadhyay

I've renamed this system with two words called, "Marking Scheme",
Cuz at the end of the day it's exactly what it seems!

Appreciation won't be allotted for the efforts you made,
Things would always come back to the ultimate phenomenon called "GRADE"!

Toppers choose PCM and flunked ones go with Humanities,
You not only disappoint your folks but also the society,
And leave no scope for popularity!

Teachers accuse the child saying he/she doesn't possess wisdom,
We lack it because of only our Education System!

Critics never stop......taunting non-symapathetically,
Would never glance to the other side but tell you to study systematically!

UAE's got oil, Korea's got television, and Japan a lot of technology pioneers,
Meanwhile the birthplace of talent...is busy producing Engineers!

We don't become learners but academics become a constant debt,
Cuz out of the 132 Crore people....not even a single one has a different mind-set!

Walter Lewin once said,"If a student finds a subject boring...then the teacher must be dumb",
Now if he would have been Indian....What different song would he have sung?

Utkarsh Upadhyay~~

Down it goes the path, a faded attire does it own,
Lacking an ambience known, missing a specific tone.

Can it illuminate forever, but forever can it burn?
The initials are luminous all embellished, yet we see a sulking Saturn.

It’s a box of candies, each of whom might be as big as a bun,
The box reverberates distinctive symphonies, until in it, there are left none.

It’s not the little sea in the well, which announces its retour to meet its love, the circum-sky.
The one which rises up pushing the bricks, breaking the tie.

Mirage is momentous, pleasing but untrue,
Advancing towards life, we stumble upon a few.

Savant is no expert but he who can penetrate deception,
Which tons of you might justify as no bigger than a misconception?

Not being a savant is part of the training, where you flunk to succeed,
Life is your trainee with tons of obstacles and tons more it can breed.

Down he goes the path, a qualified savant was never he born,
As long as there’s a path leading him, the savant ain’t truly alone.

Maybe it’s beneficial to indulge in a relation
whether it be for your friends or for the nation
But still there’s something that helps in speculation
That ******* thing is called Isolation!

Don’t wanna stay alone? Wanna go make some friends?
Well, stop right there bro cuz you ain’t aware of their trends!
You meet them, they like you, well that feeling is untrue,
Cuz you text them, you call them, all your trust…upon them
They check it out, ignore, cuz you’re being such a bore!

Talk to you or call you back, depends on their funky mood,
You’re a geek, you’re a freak, you ain’t got no attitude!

They show up with some cool fellas who are the so-called savages,
Now you, unknown lame creature are useful in holding baggages!

You weep, you yell, you feel like being betrayed
But you’re such a misfit, so you don’t possess what you made!

So, let’s just think about it to help lay the foundation
To get rid off irritation, that collage-making application,
And put your concentration to the all curing Isolation! “Utkarsh Upadhyay”

A long time ago, when I was an infant,
The world was full of harzards and dangers every instant!

Regardless of everything, she was there with me,
To protect me, to defend me and the world calls her "MOMMY"!

She's now beginning a new year in life,
Being not only a woman but someone's mother and wife,
Whatever role she plays, she's always loving and naive,
And her gigantic amount of care always thrives!

Fearless as fire, liberated like the birds,
"I am the Verity", said my words.

Truth lies within them, though complex to understand,
It's bitter for the sweet lies, which suddenly become bland.

They recite, which was shown to you, with a naive sheet of trap,
The layers of lies, coverings of distrust, and many more to unwrap.

Uncovering what is fake and false, and exposing things absurd,
After all, the Verity, lies within my words.....❤

Before you go and check out his all-time favourite Vlog Page,
You must know that he was a victim of a horrible and frightening dog rage!

The slanting cut on his eyebrow is a result of what I was talking about,
The black lebra attacked crazily and blood stains were all over his mouth!

Has an expertise in piano since the naive age of 4,
But the problem with the dude was being such a bore!

Got bullied at school for beatboxing and making weird sounds,
Now who's listening to "We don't talk anymore", in every ******* town?

Never admit that someone's your idol....until you know the whole truth,
Cuz this man was never before the-we-know-today Charlie Puth!

Usher, an acquaintance of mine,
Replied to stuff via, " I guess I'm fine"

Though one midnight feisty than wine,
Made him utter till morning past 9.

Went he back and forth with his senses on a twirl,
How could I not have speculated the trauma was some "girl"

Sprung he back in chair murmuring a name unclear, the steel-rimmed glass was somehow filled with no water but tear.

Offered him champagne to comfort him as he rot, the low-pitched voice made a denial, " I get ecstatic on my thoughts"

Said out loud preventing the cry, " I guess I'm fine......was certainly a lie, ergo I weep for her with some other guy, and all I'm left with is a piercing goodbye"

Love, my friend is a friendly ghost but why at most, afraid of its host?
The host at most is a tormenting bell, reverberating the swell of pretentious hell!

The 9th hour came to an end with Usher falling asleep, and while I reckoned his intensity so deep, the text on his phone still said "CREEP"

Sadly Usher, an acquaintance of mine,
This morning, spoke his last line.....

Their love is the world's most precious gem,
However it mostly seems hidden when you get scolded by them.

All they think about is how cheerful you are,
No matter if you're nearby or very far.

You talk ******* to them, demeaning their sacrifice,
Meanwhile they think that their care couldn't probably suffice.

You hurt them in every way and they don't even mention,
And for you the most horrible thing is a small detention.

You ignore their problems but they cry when you're sad,
I guess that's the biggest reason why they're called mom and dad❤

Never going back to them
Maybe they found some new
But I’m not alone to stand
By my side I have two!

Double-faced ****, I’m so much done!
I like it step-by-step, let them run!

Swagger, moody, attitude and beauty,
If that’s all you find in your goofy-looking friend,
Then he hasn’t got any of them
Except for an always-helping hand!

Try not to be a melting-kinda-dude
These bums are always secretively rude,
And try not to exceed your goodness and generosity
Douches take advantage very quick and rapidly!

All you can do is cry in a corner
These pretentious-creatures would always make you a loner!
So let them go to hell and tell them “you’re faking it!”
There once existed a good bond and now “you’re breaking it!” They will meet the same fate or maybe they’re so tame,
But don’t let them judge you, or call you boring and lame!

Never ask or plead to be someone’s own
You’ve never believed yourself but you can do a lot alone! “Utkarsh Upadhyay”

Not even a single day goes by,

When I don't think about what I could be,
When I take in a lot of fresh air and still can't breathe
When I'm so much occupied and still so free!

I ignore...to make it appear unseen,
But what about the ones who can always see,
I'm not rude so as to make anyone flee,
I'm a guy with complications created by thee!

If you wanna talk...and that also with me,
Oh my dear... it's gonna get creepy,
Cuz I'm the person with no one to be,
And still nicely trouble..... everybody!

I'm the segmented leaf of a tree,
The tree didn't want this...I agreed,
So let me be on my own as I am gentle and sweet,
Or come near and talk to me so that I can become mean!

Bound by the occurrence of humans and situations,
Perspective is the name of these mind notifications.

It transitions by the actions of distrust and rumour,
It also changes rapidly if the thinker tends to get gloomer.

It sits straight and firm if the character seems defined,
Then....the call of any change is most oftenly declined.

Sometimes it takes a double ride,
With doubt and faith on either side,
And then takes place their fusion,
Creating nothing but a lot of confusion.

As far as I know.... perspective is a kid,
Losing each and every possible bid,
At times steps back, at times moves further,
Being some person at night...and in the morning becomes some other.

Incidents are the provokers and perspective gets provoked,
The one deserving love and care all of a sudden becomes rogue!

Wanna jump in a town, with nobody around,
Just nature and me, where we can fly, rejoice and sleep!

Loneliness liberates me and makes me feel complete,
You can either go hang out with friends or be happily discrete!
I’ve always heard from everyone that it’s a high state of depression,
But being with it since a long time…..made it my greatest passion!

I don’t want a love interest or someone to be with,
I’m a proud loner, I’ve never believed in pleading!
Go waste your hours behind a “Physically Attractive”,
While I’m amazed with no one here, nothing to take….nothing to give,
And it also makes me Creative!

It gives me, perfection, expertise,
Chat with my buddy who lives overseas,
Time to sing, time to read and also check my Insta feed!

It’s my country, city, family and love,
And it has grown into a gigantic tree….which was once a little shrub

Why is it that they would never listen?
Why is it that they won't believe?

Why does this immature behaviour always rolls out of their sleeves?

Complexities are present and they won't ever go away,
I'm just sick of this never ending discussion in which I never get a say!

They've known it, they know it, and they won't possibly ever forget,
That somewhere down the line I'm weak and on me they just can't bet!

And yet they won't understand as it has been in repetition,
The only thing that they perceive is the increasing competition.

What if I can't cope up with something I could not,
Can it judge my personality and criticize the skills that I've got?

But what's the point of saying all of this as they would never believe,
One day this discussion will end and I forever will leave!

Green and black striped cardigan she wore, my gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was still unknown but I befriended her curvy lovelock.

In class she was a gift to my sight, elegant plaits with her complexion being bright,
Some incredible day she held my hand right and said out loud, "I like your watch, the one which is white."

From that moment on a journey began,
Young and immature with fictional plans,
Clashes we had but I still remained her fan,
Because forgetting her is something I never can.

She's not here, but she never left,
Stole my emotional front yet I can't charge for theft,
Because any girl might claim these lines written above,
But I wrote this message for the only one I love.

Black jumper and red skirt she wore,
My gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was more than her own, oh I'm so in love with her curvy lovelock.❤️

-Utkarsh Upadhyay

After each harsh sunstroke, the breeze is always cold,
Blowing away all the burden that at one time you did hold.

The day before was vicious, but tomorrow is definitely a saint,
The wall of struggles seems very small, yet very less to paint.

Weeks can be ruthless, months may never be nice,
But the long decades of happiness will pay the whole price.

The well seems deep because of the small rope,
But it isn't more profound than our determined hope.

The beautiful hours await you, making every second very old,
After each harsh sunstroke, the breeze is always cold❤

Yes you can hate me with those superficial eyes of yours,
Whose looks change each instant and make me look immature.

Yes you can call me unfocused and distracted,
To show that on every serious scenario...how childishly I've acted.

Yes you can not grant me what I deserve,
Screaming and yelling as if I'm getting on your nerves.

Yes you must not listen to me as your words are more precious,
And live and rejoice peacefully with a behaviour so malicious.

And yet I won't hate you back as you possess the knowledge so pure,
But yes you can always hate me with those superficial eyes of yours!

Lying by the windowsill, it feels lonely, true?
The sky took a somber turn but you've been here since it was blue, you came in exactly at 3 'o' 2 but here we are, my love.

Resisting the cold wood you get up and stare, your eyes now dare to look around and care, two books lie in a pair over your table antique and rare. You were supposed to welcome morning with eyes bare, and here we are, my love.

Riffle through the pages attempting to learn,
Yet in some sorrowful heat you burn, believe it or not you're thinking of someone. The one who calls you hon, it flutters through your memory like some sort of gun, yet two whole chapters of the first book remain undone, and here we are, my love.

Pick up your phone the chatbox yells some name, you look through an image and still feel the same. Love flutters in mind but you  send something lame, it's not you but the fear of getting judged is to be blamed. A "Hey" with a "Bae" is what you wish to claim, which is rightful and no shame, and here we are, my love.

Electricity's out and so is the lamp, your emotions and wire connections both seem to be jammed, though suddenly somewhere around 12 AM, you utter an unusual but seemingly-happy "****!", a reply to a text saying, "Here I am!" 9% battery thereafter 9 hours of Instagram, and yet here we are, my love.❤️

- Utkarsh Upadhyay

These are the climatic conditions that change,
Unpredictable is their intensity and range.

For some, they're like the rain, it goes wherever sunshine is not,
For some they're like the breeze, it leaves every place which has started to become hot.

The stains on your shirt take less time to vanish,
As compared to the time that they take to replenish.

The train of feelings' interests is what they're in a hurry to catch,
Meanwhile their conscience ignores the delicate hearts that hatch.

Their activation and deactivation is a phenomenon that still seems strange,
As far as I know, feelings are the climatic conditions that change!

Thinking about the past experiences, my mind goes numb,
As I could never rigidly decide what will I become...

Martial arts pulled me towards it, made me day and night rehearse it,

" I am sorry" were the three words if I wanted grades at school.

So I left it, kept it aside,
Eventually forgot the patterns of a fight.

And here today, a story I recite,
To give you a glimpse of my 15 years' ride.

Beginning of the second decade was all about Michael Jackson,
I excelled his moonwalk and it made me look handsome.

Got praised by many and became popular at school,
However very soon, I was pushed into the exam pool.

So I left it, kept it aside,
My hat and my glove were once my pride.

Just two years later, at me, a football was thrown,
As I couldn't join a club, learnt it on my own.

Dribbling around the cathedrals and towers,
Practiced each day for about 3-4 hours.

Although the academic pressure deflated my ball of dreams,
It's a lot more heartbreaking than it currently seems.

So I left it, kept it aside,
Kicked my aspirations away which bounced day and night.

Then music and poetry knocked my door,
At first I thought, I was getting myself bored.

But then I fell in love with them and I knew what I had to do,
I know both of them are related to me and it's nothing out of the blue.

So I didn't leave, didn't keep them aside,
Never told my skills to flee somewhere and hide.

Still, thinking about the past experiences, my mind goes numb,
But today I can rigidly decide what I want to become❤