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Here is a bit about me: https://anvituteja.com/about-me/
Anvi Tuteja is a master mischief maker, secretly plotting world domination from her imaginary window seat in Gurgaon, India. She’s an aspirant philosopher, first-time author and a die-hard Potter Head. She sidelines as an Oracle of Prophesies, blogger at WordPress and her family’s self-appointed movie buff.
Anvi has been reading and writing since she was three years old. For her, poetry is a coping mechanism, and in her words – one that doesn’t judge, doesn’t lie and doesn’t make you feel like you’re wrong for simply being the way you are.
Anvi Tuteja is a bundle of contradictions – she reads, but binge-watches anything Marvel; she doesn’t have a social media presence, but she writes a secret diary; and she is a walking Shakespeare encyclopedia, but also a constant music streamer.
In all her work, from her regular posts at her blogsite – http://www.anvituteja.com to her TEDx talk about New Emerging Technologies – Anvi Tuteja does it all with heart, impatience and love.
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
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
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
Five companion pieces, Lonely, Remember, Right Here, Preserve and Soldier, highlight a listless tale of sorrow as they quantify a hard truth of life: the fact that not all stories end in happiness.
Fifth and Last in the Forevermore Series – Soldier:
Don’t say you’re sorry; I understand -, Don’t say it was only you; I understand -, You don’t need to keep fighting, like a storm in the sky, Now I’m ready; Stand down Soldier because This is Goodbye,
I miss your fiery winds, I miss your brazen smile, I miss the way I was so enraptured – I was a puppet to your wiles, But now I realise I’ve been so selfish, Leaving you tied to me, struggling and helpless,
And I know you will say – “That’s not true-“, But we both know, the hero has always been you, You were a creature, an enigma born to be free, Dancing in the air, Leaping in the trees,
Now I’m ready, ready to let you go, I’ll always follow behind, no matter how slow, You will live your destiny, and change the world, And I will always remember, the endless space you unfurled,
But now these memories will be enough – till the day I die, So Stand down, Soldier – This is Goodbye… Now you don’t need to stay chained anymore, Because I will always remember – Our love was Forevermore. ANVI TUTEJA
They say, “You will always be judged on your own merits,” When someone else fails, not yours is the credit, But that’s just ridiculous when the judging’s relative, When I know I was the true winner, how can I be anything but negative?
They say I got what I deserved, Only that which can be, must be preserved, I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on, But my ideas are my downfall – from dusk to dawn,
Now they’re taking revenge, I’m sorry our love, I could not avenge, And the others tell me to leave, and go whence I came, But how do I tell them, nothing ever stays the same,
I came in here – bold as brass, I scoffed and jeered at them to let me pass, But now it’s come to bite me back, like a knife in the back, And now they tell me, my last is on the track,
I’m sorry, I couldn’t preserve my sanity, I was blinded by misconceptions, beauty and vanity, So I’m sorry, because I cannot fight back much longer, But I couldn’t hold on, because my fears were made to be conquered. ANVI TUTEJA
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were listening to me now, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were still around, But you didn’t stay dead,
You’re still alive, alive in my head, If I had known, I’d have kept every hastily scrawled sheet, Because every scrap of you had been taken from me, I’d say you were right here, Before I realized you were just a mortal mere, Now I know better, heard the clacks in the ground, But I still feel you, in the sky, all around. ANVI TUTEJA
To rid their world of a new kind of dark, Three brave heroes did on a new journey embark,
The eldest loved knowledge, and he saved them from enmity, For as he said, “There is no love lost when the world is in hostility,”
The youngest loved magic, so he saved them from illusions, He used his power to draw the curtain, and rid them of their delusions,
The second eldest loved challenges, and she saved them from despair, She fought all enemies, real and elusive, for she was a diamond in the rough, a beauty too rare,
And they were forever known as the mage’s counsel, the royal trinity, However, their enemies did their rapport break, and they despaired in their unity,
She, the second eldest, one of beauty and power, was the first to leave, She went off to vanquish her demons and did their intimate bond cleave,
Then urged by jealousy and wisdom, the eldest did take flight, Leaving to rule over their kingdom as the lone king of plight,
Then left was the youngest, sorcerer supreme, all alone in a strange land, As the newest of mind and open of thought, he alone could take a stand,
But what was he to do, simply a child in a chess game too hard to comprehend, And he too, began to despair, and the darkness, delighted, flooded in, and thus their greatest heroes came to an end,
And many, many years later, when the three were together almost thrice a score aged, When the land was ravaged, The heroes scattered and the fires raged,
Reunited were they once more, by just a misconception too grave, And on that fateful day, sparks between them did fly: for they were meant to rule or raze,
Revelling in their unison, they once again were one, But for the dangers that lurked beyond the deep, This ominous battle they had not yet won,
The eldest vanquished their fears, for he was gifted in terms of knowledge and sphere, He fought the demons and left them but a speck in the universe, so mere,
The youngest saw beyond the Deep, and vanquished their visions, They were finally in unison, and he created their realisations,
The second eldest solved riddles, and cured their complications, She destroyed their power, burned down their conglomerations,
And thus the darkness, despairing, abandoned and took flight, It was gone once again as the greatest heroes vanquished it into pure night. ANVI TUTEJA
Thoughts Caught 