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

Woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.
Ladate the jhagadte the,
Par har museebat me saath hua krte the.
Jab bhi koi udaas hota tha,
Mazak me hi ****, par koi to aa ke kaaran puch jaata tha.
Aaj bhale hi hamari najdikiya khatam ** gayi **,
Par hmari yaade nhi.
Marte dam tak yaad rhega vo saath bitaya hua pal.
Kyuki woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.....
                         — Jaya 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~~

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”

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”

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

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