would you care?
if i never said another word,
would you care?
if i never wrote another verse,
would you care?
if i never played another note,
would you care?
if i never sang another tune,
would you care?
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Am I lied to?
Is there some higher power I can cry to?
What’s behind those smiles?
Feeling like a puppet to your wiles,
Tell me now, to my face,
Will I ever be first in the race?
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
When you showed up at my door,
In the cold October snow,
With the dimples on your cheek,
And the freckles on your chin,
It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up in the rain,
In my apartment b’hind the lane,
With a trembling little puppy,
And your sun-kissed drenched skin,
It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up with your mother,
In the scorching hot Virginia summer,
With your cheeky-little smile,
And your scrunched-up bunchy brows,
It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up in the storm,
With your sister in my dorm,
With your sparkling bright-green eyes,
And your dark tanned skin,
It All Made Sense To Me,
And then I showed up in the spring,
With a velvet box and a ring,
It All Made Sense To Me,
Yeah, It All Made Sense To Me,
‘Cause we were meant to be.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
The sun to my moon,
The order to my chaos,
The ying to my yang,
We were closer than close,
At our worst we were better than most,
It happened in a flash, just way too soon,
We were together on a sun-kissed dais,
Then as the twelfth chime rang,
You melted into dust, in neat little rows,
And I stood there dumb-founded, pondering what I had just lost,
The Ma’at to my Isfet,
The North to my South,
The Sea to my Sky,
I can’t be with you, and it hurts to let you go,
But you’ll always have a piece of, you’ll always have a piece of my heart,
Thought I was all set,
Not a single sound escaped my mouth,
If you asked me to know if I was fine, I’d lie,
I would’ve swam all the oceans just at your say so,
It happened in a flash, like a shot from a poison dart,
The good to my bad,
The calm to my storm,
The law to my anarchy.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
First in the Forevermore Series – Lonely
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
No one there for miles around,
Not a single soul in an abandoned field,
The only one left in a bad crop yield,
I’m here all alone, right where you left me,
Waitin’ for you, but you’ve gone to the place I just can’t see,
I know it’s a better place,
But why did you have to go first in the race?
Now I’m left here all alone,
It happened sooner than I could’ve known,
Life goes on, Time isn’t waiting for no one,
And now the deed’s been done,
I guess all hope’s not yet lost,
But everything comes at a cost,
I just didn’t except it to be so heavy,
A price higher than I was willing to pay to their levy,
Usually life takes more than it gives,
But today it’s given me something,
A chance to be more than the monster they made me.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
We come into this world with nothing,
Over the course of our life, we become something,
When it’s the final battle though,
We leave this world with nothing,
Life is all about change, versatility,
But what good is all that effort,
If we are to be just to be mixed with dirt,
Why do we force ourselves to work for a useless mentality?
Humans are a crazy bunch,
We kill, murder and assassinate,
But we are overcome by a useless urge,
We feel guilt, remorse and penitence,
Its all just a crazy hunch,
But we act before its too late,
We have a sudden surge,
To do the right thing and then pay the penance,
If we had no such feelings,
Where would we be today,
The universe’s kings,
Surely not hiding from power, at the end of the day,
We have the potential,
We have the power,
We just lack the potential,
Not for long…HAIL HYDRA!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
You think you know pain?
I will make you long for something sweet as pain!
Its so hard to stay sane,
It crawls inside my soul,
Like walking on hot coals,
Breaks me from inside,
Like a stabbing in my side,
Its been a bumpy ride,
Im numb from all the ice on my wounds,
Blood does me surround,
Lying in a pool of salty red,
But im not dead yet,
They make sure of that,
This is just making me mad,
It snaps the synapses of my brain,
My blood does all around me rain,
There is no escape,
I’m so out of shape!
I’m not getting out of here alive,
I’m more dead than alive, either way,
I don’t know what to say,
But I just know, I could do this all day!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Today is a joyous day,
Of hope and cheer and of merry,
The wreaths on the doors,
And trees decorated and shiny,
Christmas is a time for celebration,
Of twinkling lights and ornaments fair,
To be safe with our loved ones,
A shelter from this wintry storm,
See the pretty snowflakes falling,
Look into the gardens,
Where the grass that ‘twas green,
No longer a blade is to be seen,
May this Christmas be the first of many,
When we celebrate all that we have got,
And in our love there is an instance of forever,
The sense of being home when we’re together!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
The following is a script I wrote in Grade 7 for our class assembly. It is about Alex, a failed author who gets some expert writing advice. I own none of the names of the authors. This is an imaginative play. I mean no offense to any person, entity, class or religion. This is meant to be pure fiction.
Play Title- Inquire to Aspire
Characters-
Script-
Narrator 1- This is a tale about our aspiring young author Alex who inquires about writing techniques to improve her novel
Alex- Yes! Finally! I finished the last chapter. Now I’ll give it to the editor and see to his/her thoughts.
Narrator 2- Alex goes to the editor.
Editor 1- You are?
Alex- I am Alex. This is a novel entitled ‘the mystery of the parallel universe’.
(after glancing through synopsis and first chapter)
Editor 2- This is preposterous! This novel is too out there!
Editor 1- And the characters? Why are they all so suspicious of every tiny thing that anyone does!
Alex- I, I, I’m sorry for wasting your time.
Narrator 1- Alex leaves, her spirits deflated.
Narrator 2- She is half inclined to give up writing completely!
Alex- What does this mean? Am I no good at writing?
Narrator 1- Suddenly, some mist appears and seven surprised people appear.
Narrator 2- Alex is surprised as these people are ones she knows very well.
Shakespeare- The two families were the Capulets and the Montagues. Wait, this isn’t Stratford-Apon-Avon. Where am I?
Bond- Who are all of you?
Rowling- I was just heading home when this wind carried me here. Explain.
Christie- How about you figure it out yourself like a real novelist.
Rowling- You have no idea who you’re messing with, Muggle.
Christie- Don’t get too big for your boots- Joanne Jo Kathleen Rowling.
Doyle- Sounds like a case for Sherlock Holmes
Wodehouse-Such a serious bunch. Lighten up!
Riordan- I know right!
Alex- You are all here. How? I mean, Agatha Christie, J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan, P.G. Wodehouse, William Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. All here. Umm, can I help you?
Christie- Perhaps, we are here to help you.
Shakespeare- Is anything troubling you, my dear?
Alex- Only my novel. No one thinks it’s any good.
Bond- We’re the experts of that.
Rowling- I struggled for 7 years with my hit Harry Potter series. We know what you are going through.
Riordan-Do have a good climax?
Alex- A what now?
Wodehouse- He means the action scene.
Shakespeare- In the mountain of writing
Alex- Could you elaborate, please?
Bond- Step 1- Decide the theme
Riordan- Step 2- Draft the opening
Wodehouse- Step 3- Draft the setting
Christie- Step 4- Draft the action
Rowling- Step 5- Draft the Climax
Shakespeare- Step 6- Draft the conflicts
Doyle- And last but not the least, Step 7- Draft a solid resolution.
Alex- Thank you!
Shakespeare- I fear our time with you is ending. Here is some final advice.
Shakespeare- People’s good deeds we write in water. The bad deeds are etched in brass
Bond- Always have a paper basket with you. When you dislike and idea you can start afresh
Rowling- What you write becomes who you are. So make sure you love your writing.
Christie- Writing is a great comfort for me. People who are unsure about themselves have trouble expressing themselves
Doyle- The world is full of obvious things which no one ever notices
Wodehouse- I am never really comfortable unless I’m writing or I have a story going
Riordan- Identify the moral dilemma driving the problem so the reader wonders what they would do in the place of the protagonist.
Alex- Wow! I have to write my novel now- A visit from the past
Narrator 1- Alex is slaving away with a spring in her step. She is now going to the editor again.
Editor 1- You again, eh!
Alex- Give it a read.
Editor 2- Wow! I can’t believe it’s written by the same person.
Editor1- We’ll look in to your novel.
Alex-Thank you!
Narrator 2- So you see, if you want something you have to INQUIRE TO ASPIRE!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
“Why,” said my former best friend, Maria, “Why would you leave us, Lauren?
At that moment, I had a flashback. Yesterday I was picked up by the popular girls, snobbish, glamourous, with the most holier-than-thou attitude. They were jeering at Maria and Rose and I defended them. Their leader Mackenzie turned to me with a flick of her hair. I was prepared to retort to her witty remark but instead of lashing out at me, she put her hand on my shoulder and said,” Oh Laur, you’re one of the coolest and smartest girls in the grade. Join our gang, The MacZ’s.”
Her gang was the MacZ’s. And me thinking impulsively, at the spur of the moment made the biggest mistake of my life and agreed. As Maria and Rose said no, I turned to them and said,” Don’t be jealous of me Maria Thompson and Rose Peizer, just cause I’m better.” As the dispersal bell rang, I left with a glare.
Now here was Maria asking Why. I gave a scoff with a flick of my luscious locks leaving my former best friend sobbing. Then Kenzie came over and said,” Come on, Leave her.” As I was swept away by Kenzie, I realized I had broken my biggest rule of becoming a teenage cliché. We continued to jeer at the weaker ones who were my former friends. And I felt shallow being second-in-charge of the MacZ’s.
One fine day there was an incident that made me realize False friends are worse than open enemies. I had lost and been pummeled in dodgeball. I lay on the ground, unable to speak. I said in a whisper to Kenzie,” Help!”. But all she could say was,” Hey Cochrane, You’re now the hottest thing on Instagram, or as you might now think of it Instaspam!”. Then Maria and Rose helped me up and I realized that they were true friends and Mackenzie was a false one.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 