Month: July 2021

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Drag in my Soul

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Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Drag In My Soul

Presenting – Drag In My Soul

I think too much about what people say,
I dwell too much about one or the other way,
They drag in my soul, still innocent and whole,
They use tried strings and broken dreams,

They are devasted and in need of repair,
Their souls given up much too long ago, unscare,
But a light within me, does resist the deep sea,
Is that the devil, already claimed my soul to level?

They told me I was perfect for the job,
They were the first to say, but last to rob,
Because they say, I’ll never get out of their way,
Yet I resist, even though they told me it was pointless,

Yes, they drag in my soul, into this little sadistic game of theirs,
Yet I stay calm, not a hair out of place,
I have no fear, because I have heard it all, their leers,
And that may just be, something that saves me,

I got out of there in time, or rather they left,
For it seems my life is just impossible to wreck,
And I smile, because it seems it worked, all the while,
I can finally go back to being me, for I’m certainly more than what the eye sees.
ANVI TUTEJA

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Tell Me What To Be

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Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Tell Me What to Be

Presenting – Tell Me What to Be

There is a drag in my soul, listless,
I am at the end of a winding road, endless,
They tell me what to be,
And they end up crossing me,
In the dead of night, when the world sleeps,

The only friend I have left,
Is one not worth having, (correct),
I ask them, “Tell me what to do.”
But they don’t have time to,
And then I hear them laughing as I weep,

And I try to be selfless,
But they take advantage of my rest,
And I’m left alone with no value,
Because it was me who undervalued,
All of myself and all of my own worth,

But now I know better, saw the cracks in the mirror,
I thought I was a failure, someone else’s actor,
But it turns out they were pulling the string b’hind the curtain,
Now I’m stronger, or at least I’ll be, of that I am certain,
Because I know now, life isn’t based on money, honour or birth.
ANVI TUTEJA

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Time Doesn’t Only Heal Wounds…

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Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Time Doesn’t Only Heal Wounds…

Presenting – Time Causes Wounds I

A childhood friend, who moved away,
A golden chain, which fell astray,
The Last Hour, which was far too short,
The Palm Tree, unnoticed in a hotel resort,

A happy childhood is worth far more,
Than all the gold, The dream door,
I wonder if I forget, these memories in the making,
Am I losing out on these moments I’m living?

The bubbling innocence, that stayed the race,
A darling dress, with the buttons out of place,
The marked doorjamb, with height – enlist,
The training wheels, that sort of disappeared into the mist,

However, it all faded away, they say – you’re older now,
But what if I don’t want to forget these, if time allows,
They say, Time heals all wounds, but I don’t think that’s the case,
Because, otherwise, it’s just a bittersweet never-ending race,

The fish in the bowl, which I fed each day,
The old cocktail glasses, whose remains on the floor lay,
The antique watches, that stopped their ticking,
The neighbourhood dog, who all night kept barking,

These moments I am living, maybe dreams that I’m crushing,
Because I miss them, I miss you, in the growing-up rushing,
I can’t let these things slip, out of my mind,
Because if it’s true, I don’t want to heal the wounds, that remind…

PART 2 Coming Soon…

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Deal With Death

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Hello everyone, I realised I haven’t been posting for a while and I truly am sorry. As it turns out, 9th Grade is as hard, if not harder, than all its preconceptions.
So, consider this poem as an apology and a reminder that I still exist and I haven’t forgotten my WordPress password (again!)

Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Deal With Death I

Presenting – Deal With Death I

The cards already on the table,
The wind blowing in from the gables,
You’re holding and I’m folding,
Oh, why can’t I have the perfect ending?

I don’t want to play these games,
But it doesn’t change the fact I am, all the same,
I throw my Kings down, right next to your Ace,
It seems you will always be first in the Race,

And you smile and hold out your hand,
We’ve done this before, just a routine in this land,
The soft clicks of gold and silver and brass,
And then you laugh your wicked laugh and all does amass,

And the setting’s changed, not all’s the same now,
You’ve got a wicked black crown now, but I’m not going to bow,
The wind blows my hair, and I feel like a fairy tale gone wrong,
You’re still the villain but I was never the princess of the song,

And the relentless, wretched wind blows your black cloak away,
As the curtains unclose, I stifle a scream as I don’t know what to say,
It all makes sense now as the pieces slowly fall into place,
The voice, The ghosts, The memories, The body and The Broken Mace,

The golden chain, the last hour, and the deal we made,
As the horrifying reality makes haste and nestles in, bed unmade,
I am a survivor, a cardsharp – but it was no match for the sword-sheath,
I was made a fool, but I must reconcile – because I made the deal with death.

PART 2 Coming Soon…