An interpretation of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.
Yesterday, On a fair summer morning,
Yellow leaves along the path, adorning,
Faced was I with a dilemma unrare,
Which path was I to chose, to dare,
From the twinned roads along the trees, intertwined,
Almost identical were they, in sense of time and lustre,
Left me, a weary lone traveller, to wonder,
For one lay untrodden and the other bent in the undergrowth,
I left the first for another day, but enjoined was I by oath,
Never to return – Never again to walk by these paths lined,
And even then I knew, where the first would take me,
The second, however, deserved a thought just maybe,
Knew then I did, behind could I not travel,
But it had called me; marked in my destiny was the intrepid unravel,
I knew then from that resolution, I could never turn away,
That day I chose to make a difference,
And knew then I would – tell this tale ages and ages hence,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Chose to take the road less travelled by,
And thanked have I the fates, for that decision every day.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
You tell me you love me,
Then cut me down,
You tell me you love me,
And stab my back,
You tell me you love me,
And turn around,
You tell me you love me,
And go off with her,
Then why tell me you love me?
If it’s not me you see!
When you close your eyes at night,
Am I the one who makes you feel right?
You tell me that it’s over,
Then come begging at my door,
You tell me that it’s over,
And say I’m the one you want,
You tell me that it’s over,
Then come running back to me,
You tell me that it’s over,
And spent all night with me,
Then why do you tell me that it’s over,
If you simply cannot make up your mind?
Did you ever really care? Or was I just a wrench in your plans?
The unwelcome distraction? Preventing you from becoming the man?
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Hey guys, Anvi here. Presenting to you – Broken; a new poem for the start of the month. A reminder that being fooled isn’t cowardly. It’s brave, because you cannot asses a person’s worth by when they’re being broken but by when they pick up the pieces and make themselves whole again.
This was inspired by an experience in my life, though it is heavily exaggerated – like a mountain of a molehill.
You were the first to break me,
Did you ever care, just maybe?
My heart is shattered, here all alone,
I’m battered, and you just check your phone,
It was just a throwaway comment,
You said it nonchalantly, spur of the moment,
Lulling me in with that false sense of security,
Laughing, left all pretences of maturity,
And maybe I’m making a mountain of a molehill, and it’s unbecoming,
But I’ve got to admit, I didn’t ever see the knife coming,
And your words, your rumours, your weapons that you pointed at me,
It was the betrayal, the deception, the salt in the wound, straight from the sea,
I hate the way you’re so casually cruel,
Lured me in, and made me act like the fool,
But now I know the truth, as clear as a mirror in the night,
You revelled in my despair, raved in my plight,
But now I hope you’re happy because this is goodbye,
I saw through all your deceits, your pretences and your lies,
The likes of you could never break my spirit,
And to your excuses, tell them this – I don’t want to hear it,
You think you broke me, but you just poked a sleeping dragon,
I will live my destiny and reach the heights you can’t even imagine,
I will never be broken, I will never be defeated,
To win the battles, oh you lied and cheated,
But know this – you could never attain victory,
For I will be the hero, and you won’t even be a footnote in history,
You may have left me to the scorching West Wind,
But you never left as much as a fingerprint on my mind.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 