Anvi Tuteja, Poems, the wandering poet

wandering poet

Anvi Tuteja, Poems, the real me, the wandering poet

truth

there’s a weight on my back
and they called it a mark
of the real me, the real dream

am i dreaming?
while wide awake
a soul and a story

how do we know
about what we know?
where is the hook?
where is the story?
where is the true reality?

hello, hello
can you hear me
through the crowds?

the highest peaks and
the lazy rivers and
the truth that lies above?

but truth is a sin
and sin is a crime
and crime is the only thing
keeping me alive
tonight

you tell me one thing
and do the other
how do i believe, myself?

i don’t know the truth
of you, of me, of myself
all i know, is what i know, is truth

ANVI TUTEJA
To be Continued…