Master the art of
Flipping your L's (losses) into lessons
Because more often than not,
They are disguised blessings

If they sort of set you back
It's for you to bounce back
Like a catapult or slingshot (or Big Sean)
But never lose sight of your mission

The flying beautiful butterfly
Once crawled as a caterpillar
Think about the trees,
They never give up during the wintry days
They only shed their leaves
(For humans, drop the extra baggages)
But trees bounce back during spring

Sometimes, you just gotta
Take a deep breadth
And exhale peace
Ensure to keep breathing
And you'll sure get back on your feet
Calm the nerves,
Take a deep sleep
But don't sleep in the deep

You didn't fail
You only found ways that would not work
Credit to the man that invented the lightbulb
Take the blows but get back up
Very soon, the hardwork will pay off
Put in more work
And relent not

Naysayers will always talk
Don't be discouraged to put in work
Your success will soon prove them wrong
There is light at the end of the tunnel
As there is light within your spirit
Flick it on
And you'll be on a winning spree

There shouldn't pass one hour without humour in one's lifetime/ lifespan
Some think there is no honour in humour
Some in their lives make humour a rumour
Some just don't understand the life brought by laughter
Humour makes life's baggages lighter
Funny that laughter increases one's lifespan
Is it perhaps why its called a 'funny-bone'
Ain't no happiness when one wears a frown
Life's baggages may weigh one down,
Let it be a laughing matter
With triumph comes true stories of laughter
Laughter from humour eliminates worries
Humour has started families
Humour has built friends
Humour has united countries
I say there is a lot of honour in humour
Hobbies in humour
Careers in humour
Wisdom in humour

Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.

leave  
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggages

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

a old lover's
lament.

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,

with lies
or half
obligated
promises.

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.

close the
door.

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity


to the outskirts

of our lives.

Say you're on your way. The wait is unbearable.
Say you'll cherish me only. Say your heart is unshareble.
"Say you'll be mine.
Say we'll be fine.
Say we'll be together.
Selfish of me to ask since I'd be the reason we don't last forever."
I hear your voice in songs. A voice that's never blessed my ears.
I feel your hugs, mild hugs I've dreamed about throughout my coldest years.
Where are you? Please Send the location.
****** the keys to my heart, free my soul & and rescue me from this emotionless probation.
Have you been hurt like me? Is it weird The most beautiful things on you are your scars?
Could I grasp you admittedly close to my being as we lay on our band-aids & gaze up at stars?
In Dreams you're all I see. Fantasies of a we. Prematurely feeling something that has to be.
I've paid the price for happiness, I've handled the heaviest of baggages & I wait patiently for the day God ships & delivers you to me.

Dechon’e I saw a lot of blockage that's coming from past experiences in their lifetime. This is fairly typical for most people since everyone carries some sort of "baggage" from past crushes, romances, relationships, broken hearts, trust issues, etc. Some people can move on from certain experiences but will hold on to other experiences and this carries on into all future relationships, even if they aren't romantic relationships

In my years of practice, I have known how to deal with losing
How to cope with the pain, the hurt, and all the baggages
It usually takes me 7 bottles of beers, a shot of tequila,
and a drunk call every night for 3 months
I have known how to deal with the questions, asked to me everyday
by every person who has come to know my story
I have mastered how it is to struggle with the memories
the pictures, clothes on the closet, writings on my walls
the letters, the texts messages, the whispers behind my ear
I have known how to deal with people leaving
I am not the person everyone remembers first when they say forever
I am not the person anyone remembers
I am always the person they try to forget
scrub away from their skin, the poison in their blood stream
I have come in peace with the art of leaving

You came and all that crashed, all down the drain
All my preparations for the storm, gone
You came and all my heart could do was try
not to explode every time I steal glances your way
I tried not to take our conversations
as something you looked forward to everyday
I tried to stay away but my soul gets tired of pulling away
It knows what it wants, and you know I won't give up without a fight
I know you're not going to stay but **** it
My ******* soul recognizes yours
It has gone all out to make you see how much they know each other
Why do you have to set camp here, where it's a mess and nothing is good enough for your hands, your fingers, your touch
Why did you let me in, where all I could do is stay in awe of how enough I am for your late night random phone calls
Why do you have to tell me you have feelings for me but let me stay in places where no one recognizes me -
your heart still silently wishes it wasn't me
your soul still searching, something that does not resemble me

I have always told you to never settle
But now I am telling you I am willing to be the purple bruise,
the reckless bump on the wrong side of the table
the turn that leads to places only we know of
the stubborn decision over bottles of beer, breaths of poison
the speed dial # 2, the drunk dial, the **** dial, as long as you call me
the bad poetry, the rhymes that do not add up to a beautiful piece
the last drop of ink on your teal pen
the favorite shirt but is too short, too used to still use
the photo, kept in the dustiest part of your closet
the secret, the well-thought off outsider
the painting you never get the time to finish
the almost

I have always been the person who leaves
*I'm going to stay

please know that i’m alright, you don’t have to worry.
i’m sorry for ignoring your messages yesterday. i wasn’t sick, i just decided to skip school and i’m skipping it again today after i drop this off. please don’t be mad-i went to that overlooking spot we’ve planned on seeing together. i really needed some air to think, about the previous weeks. though in all frustating honesty, there’s not much of a need for it- the scenes they’re made up with play on repeat in my head anyway.

i’ve grown fond of getting to know you. of the sound of your voice while you talk about your musings no matter the range of randomness they go by. i’ll always remember that blue’s your favorite color, the satin kind just two shades away from the cerulean of the sea midmorning and that you prefer your meatloafs crispy. i’ll always remember all our exchanges in the locker room that went on even as the bell rang, the notes passed in class contaning nothing but stupid banters. and how can i forget lying in the field, our playlists running along the sky as it got drained of its last pastel colors?
oh how we held hands once, twice-thrice if only i didn’t stare for a second longer than i should’ve, making it awkward.

there’s no use in denying that i’d love to encase your fingers in mine each time i’m with you-be it in the field, in the halls, down some road we’d get lost in, that diner you get a bucket of wings from. perhaps you can fill the gap between my fingers with all the darkness and secrets and the whims you keep at the edges of your mind.

and that’s what terrifies me.
that in the course of talking to you i’ve grown fond of wanting this. of having ‘more’ come out of this.

all my life i’ve known better than tethering in territories anchored by love and all its *******; this isn’t me being cynical just realistic. this is more than just trespassing some abandoned building just to get a nice view from its rooftop. neither is it because of baggages accumulated from past heartbreaks. no it’s not that i fear your being failing to be inhabited by some past lover’s ghost, causing my expectations to be let down. i just have the tendency to act brashly-this part clearly shows just how capable i am of causing you pain, maybe more than the potential of loving. so i’d rather you hurt from this revelation of who i really am.

when you get this please just ignore me, i’d take pleasure in you hating me. ‘cause as much as i want to keep talking to you, i just can’t. i’m sorry.

when what used to be our songs play on shuffle, please don’t ruin them with thoughts of me. they deserve to be shared with someone who’d dedicate them to you as love letters not someone who has goodbye letters for a confession.

THE BOY IN THE TOILET HOLDS A BLADE TO HIS WRIST.
YOU AREN’T IN LOVE WITH HIM. AT LEAST, NOT YET.
NOW, HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HOLD YOU
WHEN YOU BREAK APART OF WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP
RIGHT NOW, ALL HIS HANDS KNOW ARE THE WAYS
TO MAKE SELF DESTRUCTION FEEL A LOT LIKE SELF INDULGENCE.
HE LOOKS AT THE MIRROR AND INSIDE HIS EYES
YOU CAN SEE THE WAY HIS UNDECIDED WHITES MIX WITH HIS BLUES
PREPARING FOR A WAR IN HIS MIND
TO GIVE UP ON ALL THAT LIFE HAS TO OFFER.
HE DOESN’T SEE THE WAY HIS BLUE-GREEN ORBS SWIRL,
LIKE THE WAVES OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN CRASHING ONTO THE SHORE.
HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THAT BLUE IS NOT ONLY THE COLOUR
OF THE SUIT HIS FATHER WORE IN HIS COFFIN BECAUSE
THE SHADE ONLY SEEMS TO REMIND HIM OF THE WAY
HIS FATHER USE TO TELL HIM THAT HE WAS DISAPPOINTED.
HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THAT BLUE IS ALSO THE COLOUR
OF FREEDOM AND IF HE WENT OUT OF THE HOUSE ENOUGH
HE WOULD HAVE SEEN IT IN THE CLOUDS AND THE BIRDS
BUT NOW ALL HE CAN DO IS STARE AT HIS REFLECTION
IN THE TOILET OF THE FLESH AND BONES THAT CARVE HIS DEMEANOUR AND SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL HIM
THAT HIS EYES REPRESENT THE OCEAN
AND THE WAY IT IS RELUCTANT TO GIVE UP KISSING THE SHORE
NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT HAS BEEN SENT BACK.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL HIM THAT HIS EYES
ARE MORE THAN JUST BLUE AND HIS SKIN
IS MORE THAN JUST SCARS BECAUSE IF WHAT HE WANTS
TO CARVE OFF IS NOT JUST SKIN AND BLOOD
BUT THE PAIN FROM THE BEATING PULSE BENEATH IT
TELL HIM TO MOVE ON FROM HIS FATHER’S DEATH
BECAUSE THAT WOULD HURT A LOT MORE
THAN JUST STOPPING THE PULSE.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO TEACH HIM THAT THE BLADE
IS NOT THE ANSWERS OF ALL HIS PROBLEMS
BECAUSE EVEN IF SCARS HEAL, LIFE MAY NOT BE ABLE
TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THE TIME YOU SPENT MOURNING IN GUILT.
DO NOT GIVE UP.

THE BOY IN THE TOILET HOLDS A BLADE TO HIS WRIST.
YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM. AT LEAST, YOU THINK YOU DO
BUT YOU STILL CAN’T QUITE UNDERSTAND WHY THE DEMONS
CHOOSE HIM AND WHY HE REFUSES TO LET GO BUT TONIGHT
HE PUTS DOWN THE BLADE AND THE BLAME
BECAUSE HE HAS YOU.

YOUR TOUCH BURNS HIM MORE THAN THE BLADES EVER HAVE
AND HE THINKS THAT THE SCARS ARE HEALING
BUT HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THAT PEOPLE LEAVE SCARS TOO
SO HE HOLDS YOU AT NIGHT
AS YOU WHISPER EMPTY PROMISES IN HIS EAR.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
HE LISTENS AS YOU TELL HIM THAT HIS EYES
REMIND YOU OF THE GALAXIES
AND EVERY TIME THAT YOU ARE WITH HIM
YOU CAN FEEL THE STARS BURNING IN YOUR STOMACH.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
YOU TEACH HIM THAT GRIEF HAS TO BE LET FREE
AND YOU WATCH AS HE TURNS INTO SOMEONE
YOU NO LONGER RECOGNISE,
HAPPIER, LIGHTER, SO FULL OF LIFE.
DO NOT GIVE UP.
THE BLADES ARE NO LONGER IN THE CABINET UNDER THE SINK
BUT AT THE DRUGSTORE IN PERFECT LITTLE PACKAGES WAITING TO BE BOUGHT.
HE DID NOT GIVE UP.

THE BOY IN THE TOILET HOLDS A BLADE TO HIS WRIST.
YOU ARE NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM. AT LEAST, YOU WERE ONCE.
HIS EYES SLOWLY GATHER MORE BAGGAGES AND
HE DOESN’T EVEN RECOGNISE HIMSELF
WHEN HE LOOKS AT THE MIRROR
BECAUSE ALL THAT STARES BACK IS AN EMPTY SHELL.
HE FINALLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT YOU MEANT
WHEN YOU TOLD HIM THAT PEOPLE COULD LEAVE SCARS TOO
BECAUSE THERE IS ONE, KNUCKLE DEEP, IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS HEART
AND HE URGES HIS EYES TO START THE ENDLESS WAR
BUT INSTEAD HE STARTS TO SEE THE GALAXIES
AND THE STARS IN HIS EYES THAT YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH
SO TONIGHT HE PUTS DOWN THE BLADE.
HE STARTS TO UNDERSTAND
THAT EVEN THOUGH OTHER PEOPLE CAN SHOW HIM
THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS,
IT ONLY DEPENDS ON HIM TO PICK UP THE BROKEN PIECES.

We got soul
We got life
       O
(@)      (@)
  ! !        ! !
($)        ($)
But
We run for money ($$)
Couple of papers
With some denominations
Ruling us

We are having no time
To know about sufferings
Of others

24 hours a day
Still no time
To have something
For us

Running for the money
M for money
Rich becoming Richer
Poor becoming poorer

But who will take those
Papers at the end

We come like a ray
And leave like a ray

No baggages are allowed
You have to take your
Final flight
No medicine No food

I closed my eyes,
Searched my mind’s deepest corners,
Probing my fondest memories,
For that moment in time.

What have I missed?
Where did I go wrong?
Is someone else keeping you warm at night?
Or is my absence just so unbearable,
That you just decided to let go of it all together.

Whatever it is I bring,
It became so heavy,
That the arms that slowly pushed me up from the dead,
Got crushed under the weight of my dreams.

I can spend all day just thinking of everything,
But none of it will ever bring you back,
So maybe it’s time to give my eyes some rest,
The suitcases under them carry all my baggages.

So maybe it’s time to just,
Breathe out,
And let it go.
Bella, Ciao.

I carry baggages of what I used to be
of what I was born and reborn with
From melancholic dreams, I'm a castaway
I sailed through the storms of memories
but oceans of bitterness chased and chained me

I am framed in steel, caged in bars
guarded by haunting ghosts of the past
I can no longer see what the future holds
I can no longer hear cries from my souls
Someone must've dragged them back to abyss

Magic light
Starry night
The constellations tonight
Are shining so very bright
Blurry eyes
The more i age..
..i don't seem to get no wise
Love never met me..i mostly got despise
Broken dreams
Fearful shrieks and screams
That's what my life has been
Happy and fulfilling days..very rarely have i seen
I live in a land which is steeped in traditions
And more often than not those traditions seem to suffer from contradictions
I'm usually referred to as obese
Oh please!
Yeah i love chocolates and cheese
Yeah i ******* love to eat
So what?..i ain't no cheat
Don't judge me coz you don't know nothin' about me
You can't see things the way i see
Everybody got their own set of baggages
And i ain't no exception
Life's always been cold to me...
...so i never expected no warm reception
I have never quite been a believer in fate
When i need it the most..it always arrives late
Money never interested me...
...neither did fortune and fame
Family & friends is what matter...
...everything else is just lame
Politics *****
And politicians even more
Very few of them work
Most merely roar
Society is the biggest pretender
It preaches in the disguise of a bartender
I cherish everyday i live
I have nothing save for prayers and blessings to give
As long as my mind is racing
And the heart is pacing
I'll keep thinking
I'll keep writing
I'll keep exploring

I lie awake at night wishing I held you tighter
kissed you longer
and loved you better
I still remember the first time I fell asleep next to you
the first time you held my arm to your chest as we were drifting off
I remember the soft kisses on my face when you thought I was asleep
I remember the feeling of your weight on my chest as I held you close
I remember how your head fit below my chin whenever I pull you closer
Those moments were everything I ever dreamed of
And I thought I would finally have it forever
But in between those soft moments were hard truths
You went in with baggages full of disappointments
I went in full of insecurities and second-guessing
I had to live up to righting the wrongs of people who hurt you
Because, I guess, that's the only way I could keep you
It wasn't right, but I tried
I failed and you saw that I would never succeed
Thank you for cutting the tie
Thank you for letting me go
Because I wouldn't have walked away myself
Someday, we'll be okay
Someday, you won't carry those baggages around with you anymore
Someday I'll find someone I can have a fresh start with
And maybe someday, we'll see each other
And we'll be thankful for the lives we chose for ourselves

Outstretch the air—
Carved by colours
Sprinkle the wide— Singing Vikings!
Cargo Ships,— Route Inclining!

The ignited Flags of Statutes,
Hailing and burying,— Bonkers in buckets;
Hoops and loops,— with Claps of Needles—
To strike the Base— To No Vent
Whilst the other Mesh— huddle its tent.

What brings the Majors to this Event?—
‘Tis the dignified— that lined Straight Heads
Appointed the triggers— with earnest tests
“All of thee must mark thy honor—
Shield each and other’s posts,— And smash the Alien’s Bowl!”

The oath—which we left— the Dolphins behind
The Tails that rekindle— lullabies from baggages;
Tailors saluting the servants' urges,
That caused the immunity to separate.

Incoming visitors—
Driving the lenses to enlarge—
With Crossed Arms,— Convey the welcome— of Slashed orders
Recipes to pull— the Colon’s Stools;— Both to be ambitious
As Tenures of Patron’s Troops.

A leg for a leg!— A tank for a tank!
Let me sniff the organs in thy chambers—
To perform the drills— of thy cranes,
And later,— block thy Meteorites,—
For our Projectiles to flee!
Show the Main Lands— Thy Powers!

The faith of Hawk Chess—
Whence the heroes— throw their protests
Disseating Kings and Queens—
That envied the Scores of Ages,—
And snapped the systems,—
Celebrating the Disorders of Victories
Whether mine or thine— We cut the strings
Whence the Prerogatives— Laugh at the Quakes..

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”

Love, nobody believes in it till they experience or understand the sorrow or grief it baggages along with it.

The moment they do they experience something that will be etched into the deepest of their deary hearts which they would never elude or resucitate from.

Funny of all, i still live to love the soul that cries across the stars that never die and that one wretched soul is indeed is mine.
( . _ .)

I am a blabber.
What I’m trying to do,
I don’t know.

I wish people didn’t have to have too many baggages.
I wish I didn’t have one now,
I wish you didn’t either.

But what else could be there
that contributes to this unrelenting,
disheartening bicker of
who gets the points for good karma?

Is it pride? Sure.
How about nonchalance and indifference? I’d say yes.

What I’m trying to do, I don’t know.
What I’m trying to understand, I can’t grasp.
Who I try to remember, I’m trying to bury.

The mist without sunshine; we're here,
on wheels with two smiles.
Nineteen to where we matched,
to the strings attached in miles.

To see you like clear skies,
all ears with each uttered word,
within each glimpse of the eyes.
I seek warmth to echoes I heard.

The energy I could see,
if to name it yours;
you kept it crystal clear and free,
where we'll open all uncharted doors.

My stars will hold your moon,
and align you with me.
A scarlet tint; a living boon,
we'll cross paths at three.

If I can say “You smile”,
all my thoughts fathom in awe.
To no misery of baggages i pile,
they leave my chest ashore.

Small talk with music in chords,
minutes to silence and I'd sway.
To my delusion minted in your laughs,
we grew red tinted in a day.

I used to look at you
like you were an open book,
out in the open, for the world to see.

But the closer I got,
the more I saw.

I saw the walls around you.
I saw how you painted them to hide yourself.
I saw glimpses of the demons you try to keep at bay.

For the first time,
I saw the baggages you carried.
The scars you wear.

And I realized I have been looking at you
for the longest time,
without ever truly seeing you.
And I am sorry.

But I am here now.
I see you.

a screen of talking heads
is my only friend

saves me from graces and embarrassment if you will
isolated from all the physicality and strains
of touches and public relations
important meetings and coffees on a sunny day
an obsession if you will, for my friend will never complain
against its will, allures me to seek and swim through its
narrow stretches of darker digital door, spirits abandon
gliding across murky storages and transparent baggages

lifting spirits and chasing cheap highs on low votes
shoes on sale, price tags scratching, screaming numbers
that crunch and crushes, decisions fragments validity
addiction from the punishment, enjoyment from the pains of
indulging, dipping toes to virtual shopping centers,
lively, empty, broken on a promise
Food that delivers, meat that can be eaten, gifts are ready to open
and people that cannot walk, keyboard replaces legs, making waves
paving way on to the next, madly driven beyond comprehension
clicking and pulling, scrolling bars and battery bars. percentage low.

despise it! destroy it! you cannot. A screen is all we have.
screen is all we can.
detach from reality, programmed to serve, slave from the labor
chained to the pleasures. its monotone, monochrome, but never boring.
screens can save lives
not in the way you think.
cures my desire for something human.
sad it may be

cure that actually prevents
loneliness is non-existent.
a screen of talking heads
is i guess my only friend.

Curtains drawn
As in a Shakespearean play
Nightfall in paradise
In a steamy session
Cuddlings and murmurings
Still, we didn't hear a word
No doubt, we are in love

Never felt this way
Nor this secured
Just like a Cub in a pride
This seemed like home
It was for us a beginning
The beginning of an end
Somehow, i felt uneasy

No more games
The time has come
To hang this booth
Make me a home
And focus on tomorrow
The one that is filled with hopes
At least, it seemed so

But I am in love
In this journey of "Yes I Do"
Is love just enough?
What about my dreams
Does it matter to him?
He never talks about it
Is this a red flag?

I worshiped you Diana
When you said "love is all that matters"
Did you think about compatibility?
Was this in your generation?
What if he she doesn't like 69
What if he is SS?
Just what if Diana?

Today in my world
The economic pendulum is swinging
Fast in favour of women?
What if he is not willing to work?
So many "What is?" left unanswered?
But I love you
Is love just enough?

We can plan for years?
Use the best wedding planner
Hirer the best artist
So much buzz and pageantry
Put into an event of one day
What about the marriage?
What if she still has baggages?

I love ***, she doesn't
I love to club, but he'll pass
Should i loose my life
All because of marriage?
But I'm in love
Doesn't love conquer all?
Should i just submit?
And how for the best?

Love is never enough Sweety
The real question should be
Are we really compatible?
I checked my checklist
And suddenly realised
We are in love, but incompatible
So, this is where the road ends
For decision decides destiny
I'm sorry...

Ocean blue eyes, distant wild skies,
How long does it take,
To live long awake?
Blissful ignorance,
Tormenting every chance,
Picking the pieces of home,
While walking down the road alone

Unsettling it may be because of how comforting,
Uncertainties are, like the baggages of my car,
That trembles quietly in the back of my seat;
As fast as my heart beats