"baggages" poems
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
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
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
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
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.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
i was scared to try, scared to fail
but if i never strike the iron while it’s hot
then I’ll never get my man of steel
i was blind to see the colours bleed
scared to bare witness to the unraveling
but to heal is to release
baggages, bandages, bruises of cool tones
repair the foundation before building the home
aligning with intent, the present a reformed man
actively pursuing my desired amend
arrows shot from cupid’s hand
Adonis’ kiss, Aphrodite commends
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
I should probably introduce myself
My name is Anyone Else
It'd be more than obvious to state I'm a mess
Even though I do try my best
Well, maybe not every time
But I toe the line
I'm not sure it's the right one
Can't know that 'till my times done
Attempted some revision to the predestined
Tried to storyboard my own end
Frankly, I couldn't manage
My baggages baggage had to much baggage
Overwhelmed seamlessly flipped to defeated
A weak will finally and now fully depleted
Note beforehand, this is beyond making a statement
My name is actually, probably, most likely, irrelevant
Knowing me will only be watching me come and go
That's best case scenario
©2024
Mar 10, 2024
Mar 10, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
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.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
To newer hearts,
With newer beats.
To newer love,
We'll always keep.
To newer thoughts,
Through newer souls.
This newness drives,
Our kindled bones.
To newer friends,
And newer mights.
To newer goals,
We set alight.
This newer dream,
With newer promises.
This new year comes,
Without any baggages.
A new year,brings new dawns.
This new year,
Is to do it all.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I think my life is in season.
As spring blooms beautifully,
it gives an accurate definition of new beginnings.
But along with it, there were a lot of baggages that I needed to let go.
I find myself losing a lot of relationships.
It breaks my heart how it drastically changed.
I made a lot of beautiful memories with them.
Those memories were comparable to cherry blossoms.
It was so bright and full of energy.
But just like spring, it has to end.
Because life must keep on going.
Some people aren’t meant to stay.
I stopped trying not because I didn’t care.
Instead, I’ve learned how to accept things.
I still do love them. I love hard.
But I believe that I can still love them from a far.
I can’t wait for another chapter of my life.
Opportunities are always welcome.
As well as meeting new people.
And just like spring, it is a beginning of growth.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
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
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
I'm trying hard not to slip,
But you should know you're the one I miss.
We don't even talk anymore,
Like we never happen at all.
You left a hole in my heart,
Yet you still hold a part.
Leaving me with some baggages that I can't unpack,
Making me look for another that can bring me back.
Got me feeling like I'm stuck in yesterday,
The days go by but tomorrow haven't came.
You should know that your company is something I can't resist,
Because I'm still longing for you because you still exist.
I guess my castle walls are paper-thin.....
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
We can travel far away
in our own world
leave all the baggages away
just you and me
Leave the past behind
we'll move forward
nothing to look behind
you'll be the only shining
From the heights and down
through the dusk and dawn
while we'll be laying down
we'll feel right at home
Feel the delight, the heart
all that to divide
mending the broken heart
without the missing parts
Those memories with them
the beautifully ugly ones
time will forget them
but heart remains adamant
Despite me and you knew
but we'll pretend
all the same old and new
celebrate our solitude together.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
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.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
*
**∆
The thoughts, forming a train
travel down the memory lane
the mind, being the engine
the heart, fuelling it in tandem
^
crosses many stoppages
carrying the baggages
one full of hopelessness
other full of haplessness
one full of helplessness
and one carrying restlessness
^
the train keep revisiting the places
unloading the contents from it's coaches
the train is quite slow
at times stalls and refuses to go
^
the heart stays longer
mind tries to move further
many trips the train makes daily
the baggage being dropped consciously
^
the bogies are lightened
the mind is quitenened
the train is shortened
the world is brightened
^
the train, still makes trips
those places, it revisits
but quickly it comes back
to the track
^
with an attitude
of gratitude
the train goes on
and i move on....**
*
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
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.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
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
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
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
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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..
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
i say
let's put the baggages down
and i did
only to pick it up again
because i care too much
for you who care too less
i say
let's not care anymore
and i did
only to hurt myself yet again
because i think too much
of you who think of me too less
i say
let's not talk anymore
and I'll be fine
but i don't
because i love too much
for you who love too less
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
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
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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”
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC