Life Baggages

I came on earth alone and realized I have few  baggage of relation already with me

was in cradle, when I got surrounded by few more new entrants and more baggage

My brain kept wondering why all this attention of me getting milk and food in time..

Soon happily prancing, I was seeing the nature in different colors, wondering why it happens

Teachers coming and going in crammed little classes teaching me maths and science

history, geography, environment and English. Life literally had a baggage to carry

A school bag moving over shoulders.. sometimes on head.. sometimes dragging

Life was all about going to school and adding baggage of teachers, information and books.

Soon found life was getting complex.. It was not as simple as it would be

Sometimes I would get easily.. sometimes nothing.. and again a baggage of pride and loss

Life became a bit colorful.. teenage galore.. dressing to impress..

beautiful little girls.. all around.. wondering  why they whispered.. why they giggled

Why they missed me.. not for love.. but for forgetting I too existed

Shy and timid.. the baggage of so many more strangers in my mind..

Heart was getting full… Brain too crammed with more higher studies information

Watching Movies.. again those stories crammed into mind..

Simple Living.. in mountains.. watching nature… was it possible

God put me into urban busy life where  I got used to various transports

and carriers of life and then some new relation built

Some love and losses, Some hate and wins.. life had by now so many baggage

I could not think or dream of carrying on my own

Some vomited on me.. I too vomited on others.. my stories

their stories and again an emotional baggage of binding and love

Career coming.. more competitors.. more colleagues.. all the more stories

all the more truths.. all the more bitter lessons of life

Saving money.. assets.. built.. sometimes facebook.. sometimes twitter

Seeking source to vomit.. unwinding baggage

All the more.. more information.. more data.. and my life was crammed

I searched for light.. I found it was me only.. the light of truth

Truth that life is a lesson of baggage to understand what remains at end is only garbage of us..  What remains longer in mind of people is our baggage of stories.. Something good

Something real.. something unique…

Unique Experience… a startup for you to rewind your past and vomit it all..

So what if am a dust bin or an info bin.. I am your bin.. dear

my lovely Angels.. if we can vomit all in front of god

if we can unleash all in media

Why not try to reduce our baggage of waste

the one which is of no use to us and paste an Instagram

of our  unused data .. be it book or hoardings

boarding or item.. all for sale

Past memories as stories for sale too

If anyone wishes to separate out from us

Just put a board ‘Separate soon but carry your baggage too

all your memories. all the stories.. everything around you

if you can.. and if you cannot.. do not overload self

and me by bringing one more entity in form of baggage or

clutter of baggage to overload self all over again

 

Some story writers love humor.. some love compassion

some love thriller and some love romance

I love PASSION as it is my baggage created by me

as a baggage planet full of stories and philosophy of life

and experiences of a human who by default is an entrepreneur

being put under valuation test by unknown and then so many others

and who knows when.. I will be valued truly..

Don’t you all feel you need to be valued rightly by all around you?

I do love your smiles and include them in baggage of love.

 

 

 

 

 

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