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Every action monitored,
Like everything I did mattered,
Well, I’m flattered,
But the challenges have left me battered,
So as I lay here with my dying breath,
I embrace you with open arms: death,
Because whatever tortures you have waiting in your hells,
Are nothing compared to the nightmares of being myself.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Sometimes I just don’t believe it,
I simply cannot realize it,
But our time’s come and gone,
Oh look, there’s no one to be around,
Because it’s done and dusted,
The chapter’s published,
Is there no place left for me to go,
Because I, Because I simply cannot be alone,
It’s so hard keeping away from you,
‘Cause I find it so hard to be true,
And now I live in isolation,
Just me alone, alone with my realizations,
I was simply never meant to be a hero,
In a listless ocean of sorrow, I’m desperately failing to row,
But to no avail,
Because I simply cannot tell the difference in what’s not real,
Because it’s done and dusted,
The chapter’s published,
And fate never intended for me to be a hero,
And the only one I’m fooling is my own wretched self, So,
I can’t do it no more,
Maybe it’s time to let go – and fall.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Worry growing, Fear spreading,
Waves of terror consuming a paralysed crowd,
Shouts of ‘it’s coming’ all around,
What is it, you ask, well let’s just say,
It’s a lethal poison or a dangerous adversary, in a way,
It’s cold-blooded, ruthless and unforgiving,
It’s cold, calculating, and takes no prisoners alive,
Old or Young, Rich or Poor, Strong or Weak,
It does not discriminate against lives,
Power, Sustenance and Total Control it does seek,
Worse than War, Scarier than Strife,
Powerful as Poison, Naughty as a Knife,
It’s a universal pandemic,
A worldwide epidemic,
No cure, no chance, no hope,
All the doctors say, “Just wash hands with soap”,
It’s a virus with which the world cannot hope to cope,
All that’s left is to just sit around and mope,
The world’s hanging by fraying ropes,
What else can we do when there are only dopes,
We have had it coming for a long time now,
No use in making a large row,
To put it simply, it is the End of Days,
Nature is rebelling, we incurred her wrath,
Will there be something left in the battle’s aftermath?
The Gods are taking revenge,
All we can do is pray, pray for mercy,
We are paying the price of our lethargy,
This is our fate, set by the Gods above,
It goes by many names,
Ragnarok, Fimbulwinter, Endgame, The Seven Suns,
It all refers to the same,
Total destruction, anarchy and chaos,
Preceded by annihilation and demolition,
Followed by bloodshed and death,
But after the battle, left will be a barren wasteland,
The foundations of a new world,
A new land, a new people, a new race,
Who, we can only hope, will make better choices than we made!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
At the Stroke of Midnight,
As the twelfth chime rang,
I was blinded by the sparkling light,
As my family huddled ’round, like a top-secret gang,
Lay rotting away, the wreaths on the doors,
A day to end all pain, misery and strife,
It was the moment, everyone had been waiting for,
The thick tension was palpable; could be cut with a knife,
It was a day to forget,
The mistakes of the past,
To let go of all sorrows, sins and regrets,
The die had finally been cast,
All waited with bated breath,
Everything paused, flying birds, rustling leaves, not to mention, man,
Everything paused, moving clouds, flowing water, not to mention, death,
As The Countdown finally began,
10, The numbers flashed on the clock,
9, Stuck between a hard place and a rock,
8, Glancing up at the sky,
7, Everyone as if petrify’,
6, Caught breath, suppressed sighs, controlled gasps,
5, Accounting for the calendar’s gaps,
4, Having run out of patience,
3, Adults no longer calm, Children no longer vivacious,
2, Waiting for the year to finally be over,
1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Bucket List, why’s that?
The idea was new to me,
Bucket List, why’s that?
Something I had never needed,
Bucket List, why’s that?
To define my reason to be,
Bucket List, why’s that?
But some nameless someone’s advice I heeded…
Bucket List, what’s that?
How do I go about it,
Bucket List, what’s that?
I haven’t got a clue,
Bucket List, what’s that?
Where to start, Where to quit,
Bucket List, what’s that?
About a thing to do,
Bucket List, how’s that?
With things of wonder,
Bucket List, how’s that?
Beyond my wildest imagination,
Bucket List, how’s that?
No more blunders,
Bucket List, how’s that?
I must sit in contemplation,
Bucket List, where’s that?
Somewhere exotic, perhaps?
Bucket List, where’s that?
Going rock climbing?
Bucket List, where’s that?
Going all the places on maps?
Bucket List, where’s that?
Ugh, which is the right timing?
Bucket List, which’s that?
Seeing a sunrise, from Machu Pichu,
Bucket List, which’s that?
Climbing up to Mt. Kilimanjaro,
Bucket List, which’s that?
Or talking to someone about my issues,
Bucket List, which’s that?
Or simply enjoying a better tomorrow?
Bucket List, when’s that?
I am too young to prophesize the future?
Bucket List, when’s that?
Is it dangerous to play with the fire of fate?
Bucket List, when’s that?
No, my own destiny I will suture,
Bucket List, when’s that?
It’s up to me whether I will be weak or great,
Bucket List, who’s that?
Shall I meet an old acquaintance?
Bucket List, who’s that?
Have a picnic with the whole family?
Bucket List, who’s that?
Visit an old friend, with full cadence?
Bucket List, who’s that?
Or the girl who looks like me, uncannily?
Bucket List, help me!
You are too complicated,
Bucket List, when will you be done, finally?
No, I don’t want to see all the royal families rated!
Bucket List, you’re finally over,
I have assigned all the numbers,
Bucket List, now all you need is a cover!
I can go back to my eternal slumber!
”Learning Morse Code, Speaking Latin,
Achieving my ideal weight,
On the runway, Wearing a dress of Satin,
Be more punctual, Never be late,
Doing Archery, Learning shooting,
Become a concert pianist,
The errors in our society need uprooting,
Swearing to always be honest,
Going Parasailing, Dying my hair,
Making a snowman,
Visiting an earthly place rare,
Stay away from the beach, don’t need a tan,
Flying First Class, Zooming in a helicopter,
Seeing the Northern Lights,
Go to Jurassic Park, maybe see a velociraptor,
Just being with friends, going to fly a kite,
Visiting a Volcano, Painting a portrait,
Observing the constellations in the night sky,
Paying my homage at the world-famous India gate,
Dancing at family weddings and some white lies,
Seeing the famed Mona Lisa,
Remarking at her lack of eyebrows,
Taking a selfie at the Tower of Pisa,
Seeing beautiful Orchids, neatly arranged in rows,
Going on a cruise, Folding a 1000 cranes,
Getting a little serious, becoming a doctor,
Hopefully always staying sane!
Do some geology, am a roctor!
See the beautiful cherry blossoms,
Visit Neuschwanstein and maybe put a lock,
Do Archeology, discover some fossils,
Finally, wash my lucky sock,
Ride a crazy insane roller coaster,
Hit a bull’s eye on a dartboard,
Take a job as a coffee roaster?
Drive around in a fancy Ford,
Lucky number thirteen,
Go on a random vacation,
Right now, I’m just fourteen,
There is no limit to my imagination!”
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
When I look into the mirror,
I see myself as but an actor,
When I look into the mirror,
I feel like a mortal, but mere-er,
When I look into the mirror,
Is it me I see, or someone dearer?
When I glance at my reflection,
I look like someone deep in thought, in contemplation,
When I glance at my reflection,
The raw light in me takes a deflection,
When I glance at my reflection,
I always have a fear of rejection,
When I peer into clear glass,
The ugliness inside of me, does amass,
When I peer into clear glass,
I see myself for who I really am, plainly crass,
When I peer into clear glass,
The truth is seen, greener than other-side grass,
When I view the perfectly-clear water,
I see myself as the perfect daughter,
When I view the perfectly-clear water,
The darkness within me, I do wish to slaughter,
When I view the perfectly-clear water,
I feel like a deserted marauder,
When I search for myself in the pure lenses,
Would I then, finally come to my senses?
When I search for myself in the pure lenses,
Will my soul finally take a consensus?
When I search for myself in the pure lenses,
Of who I am, behind all the pretenses?
When I look into the mirror,
I finally see myself, but clearer.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
All those who wander,
Are never truly lost,
However, fears I do not launder,
Everything comes at a cost,
Take, a peek, or two if you dare,
Though do not expect a welcome swell,
In fact, expect a few of snarl and glare,
For here, all kinds do dwell…
The horrors contained here, I do not sugarcoat,
Creatures, demons of all types,
Witches, traitors, liars, murderers, and turncoats,
Ones who’ll wait to eat, till you’re ripe,
I will no advice to be without fear,
For only fools and children are unscared,
Though I will say to not fear itself: fear,
Contrary to what popular opinion cared,
Now seven truths, I will give,
Never fear the dark, and what it may contain,
Never judge a person, by what they may misgive,
It is of utmost importance, A ledger you maintain,
For you must learn from sin and pay forgotten debt,
Never interfere in the natural order of life,
Else you must may the red price; three are now left,
Embrace, joy of the world, and swear to end all strife,
Be forever alone, as thy life may hold dear to the world,
To end with utmost importance,
For danger, dark and hate, no fear must you in your heart hold,
For there is light to be found, errantes, hidden perchance.
ANVI TUTEJA, ERRANTES
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Hier kann mann die Deutsches lesen – https://anvituteja.com/2021/05/24/schul-blues/
You can read the german translation here – https://anvituteja.com/2021/05/24/schul-blues/
I said with a sigh,
The syllabus is atrocious,
No, I’m not being precocious,
What do they expect?
That we must always be perfect!
I solemnly feel,
And I put on it a seal,
That the school has no heart,
Their words sting like a poison dart,
Exam after Exam,
The teachers have no mercy,
By the end of the day we can barely see,
Our eyes are crossed over with the flu of Orthonecee,
So much studying,
We’ll never hear them say class dismissed or ever hear the bell’s ding,
Sleeping in class is a no-no,
While not taking notes is your foe,
Taking a break is deadly,
Like the poison of Weedrosisly,
The fateful day will come,
When you cannot write anymore because your fingers are numb,
The terror is over,
You chew your nails
And pull your hair,
You bite your lip
For the result is here,
You are filled with fear,
As you look at your marks with a tear,
That you realize, You’ve taken the first prize!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
This is a flash poetry series.
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-
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-
Every action monitored,Like everything I did mattered,Well, I’m flattered,But the challenges have left me battered,So as I lay here with my dying breath,I embrace you with open arms: death,Because whatever tortures you have waiting in your hells,Are nothing compared to the nightmares of being myself. ANVI TUTEJA -with you till the end of the line,…
Diversity does not mean,
Everyone’s the same, in how we seem,
Diversity does not imply,
That we get together to celebrate or to cry,
Diversity does not promote,
Everyone painted with same coat,
No, Diversity-Unity, that is true,
But Unity does not mean, same goals, we will pursue,
Unity in Diversity, is life’s truest mantra,
Whether we believe in Jesus, Rama, Allah or even Santa!
Respecting each other’s differences, that is true joy,
Not making vicious comments or simply being coy,
The world is filled, with all kinds of races,
People from all cultures, religions, castes and graces,
Humans are not a box of perfectly matched 2B pencils,
Or a set of matched shiny utensils,
We are a bunch of mismatched sharpies,
But when one is threatened, we come together as an army,
We are all unique, but humanity is in our togetherness,
When God was doling out, he was very generous,
If He had intended, we would all be the one,
But we all stand under the same Sun,
Together, we can save the world,
Finally achieve the immortal-peace we have earned,
Learning from past mistakes,
The future is ours to take!
Nature does not discriminate,
State, colour and creed, it does not rate,
We are together and as forever such we shall remain,
Fighting together against pain, stain and bane!
Remember, Unity begins with You,
If not You, then Who?
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 