Category: Poems

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

paradox

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they all tell me
absence makes the heart grow fonder
but all I can think is
out of sight, out of mind, (yeah man!)

they keep telling me
good things come to the good girls who wait
but the place where my mind goes is
time and tide don’t wait for no man (kid, I cried!)

they tell me one last thing
that wise men think alike
but my mama told me
that fools seldom differ (believe me, I tried!)

now I’m done with what they told me
because i save money just by spending it
i know just one thing, that i know nothing
this truly is the beginning of the ending

they think I’m stupid
but I’m gonna be greater than folklore
living forevermore
like i already do- in this mind of mine

and i can’t hear what I’m saying
can you hear me from down here in the crowd
the roar of the thunder
why oh why am i such a compulsive liar?

and Mr. frost said
men work together whether they work together or apart
what am i doing
living this life whether I’m broken or not

they told me to write something radical
be the punk-rock type or be the exclusionist metaphor
does this suffice for you?
does this work for your precious little stereotypes?

fin for now
but not forever
cuz they still don’t know
what a liar you are.

ANVI TUTEJA
This Cannot Be The Ending.

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

existence

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aren’t thoughts left unsaid
worse than those said out loud?
for when darkness unearths our mind from within
there is nothing to be done to stop the most blatant sins

and I know what I’ve said sounds just like everything said before
but what is existence, if not a reiteration of all that came
before man, before life, before consciousness itself?
for everything that needs to have been said

has already been said
by those countless others who revelled in my plight
but nobody thinks to say things that I know that only I dare say
they cower behind their ‘so-called wisdom’ and blame those they call ‘cursedly clever‘

you’ve heard this tale countless times before so this time I’ll keep it brief, swearedly
they raved in my downfall and sought to conquer the greatest of minds
and you all know the way I rose and defeated their monsters,
but do you know after all lost was gained

what terrors were unleashed on my mind? do you have any idea
what it’s like to be begging for just one moment of sweet mercy?
just one last sweet breath of life? it is enough to break thy soul and spirit
but it was never enough for them; no, they had me cursing this wretched existence

for how dare they believe they owned me? because they broke me
they thought they knew me; thought they could control me
the poor little dears, living in a fantasy
for this time

good may not prevail over evil
but an imitation of good, well, that just might do the trick
the power of illusions is stronger than even the most experienced dagger
and doppelgangers from the void were certainly unexpected if not unwarranted

and existence is a lie, a myth even, against the powers of a broken mind
the plague god’s ruin, compulsive lies, and feigned innocence
and my illusions and paradoxes
will change your existence

and certainly not for the better
I can promise you that, and it will end
someday, maybe not today, but someday
when my youth is no longer wasted on the young…

ANVI TUTEJA
I Vow This Won’t Be My Ending…

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul

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Presenting – the latest in Reputation – Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul

Reputation Presents: Reaching Cennet

Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul is an imitation of Ottoman Turkish poetry. The Turkish word – Cennet – means heaven or Elysium.
If you have visited Istanbul, the Queen of Cities, comment down below!

Never before on Earth, has such a heaven been made, O regal city of Istanbul!
What I would not give, What I would not sacrifice, for just one of thy holy stones,
To spend but one day, flowing, wandering in your beloved visage,
Floating among your sleek minarets, your beautiful mosques, and your giving heart, large,

I, weary traveller, have been searching, like the flowing, breathing Mediterranean to preserve thy life force, incessantly, for many a forlorn night,
For a beauty that could yet compare, for hospitality that could rival, yet none have besmirched thy light,
For even the falling, drowning tea leaves, seem to honour in thy name; yet I am standing still, waiting to be led into cennet,
For I have lamented desperately searching for my sentient origin, and now, my search itself has become my origin, with no remnants,

I have spent my days eternally searching for the one to guide me, alone in the company of longing, to spare me from the world’s thorns,
Laughing Roses have pricked me, and Fervent Nightingales wept for me; but now, like the Swaying Cypress, pointed flame reincarnate, incandescence is born,
My Eternal Lord and Saviour has come to grant the seventh heaven, like the reed pen illuminating the plains of love and life onto this Earth,
To save me from the inconstant, and in Istanbul, the seat of Sultans and Caliphates, shall I rejoice in my ceaseless mirth,

But now, only one last selfish request of mine remains, before I leave these worldly tethers,
I am Wounded, and Woe is Me, for this harsh Rosegarden world, tries, erodes, and weathers,
I am not the first, and I fear I will certainly not be the last, to be afflicted by this love, peerless and profound,
I pray, nay, I plead; and shall sacrifice all of Persia, to see Thy sign in doves from Thy world above, steadfastly homebound.

ANVI TUTEJA

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Notice, Poems

Teaser: Reaching Cennet

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Teaser for Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul

Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul is an imitation of Ottoman Turkish poetry. The Turkish word – Cennet – means heaven or Elysium.

Never before on Earth, has such a heaven been made, O regal city of Istanbul!
What I would not give, What I would not sacrifice, for just one of thy holy stones,
ANVI TUTEJA

#reputation!, Anvi Tuteja, Notice, Poems

Presenting – the tracklist for Reputation

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Dear readers,
I understand that the plan for Reputation was unfortunately stalled for a few months – however, now, I assure you – Reputation is coming.
I would like to present the tracklist for Reputation, and more poems will be added soon!

1. Queen of Nowhere (Part I of the Queen series)
2. Stories
3. Strangers
4. Queen of Mean & Crumbling Utopia (Sequel to the unpublished Queen of Mean and unpublished Crumbling Utopia - both coming soon; Queen of Mean is part II of the Queen series and Crumbling Utopia is part III of the Utopia/Dystopia Series)
5. Masterpiece
6. Deal With Death I (Part I of Deal of Death Series)
7. Time Doesn't Only Heal Wounds... (Part I of the Time Causes Wounds 
8. Tell Me What To Be
9. Drag In My Soul
10. Evly, The Evil Queen
11. As One Tends To Do (flash poetry)
12. Reaching Cennet: An Ode to Istanbul (teaser here)
13. Transcript
14. SEVEN TIMES: that's how many times i've fallen in love with you - OVER AGAIN
(over again) - An Interlude
15. Auld Lang Syne

And that’s it for now. Reputation has come to a close.
Check out more about Reputation here: https://anvituteja.com/reputationtheseries/

Thank you,
Anvi Tuteja.

Anvi Tuteja, Books, Poems

My Latest Book – Incandescence!

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Dear readers,
I am elated to share with you all my latest poetic endeavour – my first published book, entitled Incandescence.

https://anvituteja.com/incandescence/

https://anvituteja.com/incandescence/

Incandescence is an anthology of poems that brings a fresh and new perspective to the realm of poetry. Incandescence symbolizes struggle and more importantly, overcoming that struggle to transcend barriers to become something truly incandescent.

Incandescence offers an unfiltered glimpse into the teenage psyche – the feeling of being overwhelmed, of wanting to be more, and the fear of being lost in the crowd of imitators.

Incandescence is a coping mechanism that offers a way to reimagine reality as we know it – all from the comfort of our own living room. With sections titled Rebellion, Emotion, Reflection, Reality Reimagined and Reputation – Incandescence has something for everybody.

Read more about Incandescence:

About Incandescence (Blurb):FIND IT HERE
About The Author (Author Bio):FIND IT HERE
Praise for Incandescence (Endorsements):FIND IT HERE
Teaser for Incandescence:FIND IT HERE
Cover Images for Incandescence:FIND IT HERE
Praise for Incandescence:
Foreword by Nirupama Menon Rao (retired Indian diplomat, Foreign Secretary and Ambassador)

"The impression I get from Anvi's poems is that she is a strong, independent and thinking poet!  One who believes in herself, has a voice of her own and is prepared to take risks to set her own course in life! A rebel with a cause...at such a young age!!"
- Prakash Jha (Renowned film producer, actor, director and screenwriter) - 

“Anvi is a very gifted young woman. Anvi’s poems are extremely soulful, yet innocent and filled with promise.”
- Roshni Nadar Malhotra (CEO - HCL Corporation and Trustee - Shiv Nadar Foundation) -

“Anvi displays a disproportionate amount of maturity and talent, and the free flow of thoughts that one reads in her poems assures us that she will continue and delight us with more sonnets yet to come.”
- Zia Mody (Founder and Managing Partner – AZB & Partners) -

"Anvi's work is striking with tones of rebellion and iconoclasm...and distinctly marked by a resolve to resist convention."
- Arun M. Kumar (Chairman & CEO – KPMG in India) -
About Incandescence:
The cards are on the table; you’re holding and I’m folding.
I don’t want to play this game, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am.

THEY know what I am.
THEY know what I’ve done.
BUT do they know who I am? Or do they see what everyone else sees? A broken enigmatist with nowhere to run? Well, if I can’t run, I’ll hide…

this is the story of fourteen years
and the fourteen months that changed it all

Incandescence paints a picture of the teenage psyche – confused, alone and scared. It talks about being brilliant, beautiful and different by simply being yourself. 

By bringing together an anthology of poems, Incandescence embodies what it truly means to be human; what it means to feel scared; what it means to feel loved.

And what it means to feel like you were meant for something more.
Because you were.
And you are.

Relatable to all ages, all Incandescence needs is a cup of coffee, a reliable window seat and the will to imagine.

About The Author:

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.

Links to Incandescence:

NotionPress: https://notionpress.com/read/incandescence-1354820

Flipkart: https://dl.flipkart.com/s/kW7I3duuuN

Amazon (India): https://www.amazon.in/dp/1685234143

Amazon (USA): https://www.amazon.com/dp/1685234143

Amazon (UK): https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1685234143

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/anvituteja

Thank you, dear readers, for encouraging me to write more and more. Thank you for all your support (and patience!!) throughout the publishing of Incandescence.

I hope that you will remember my words, be inspired by my thoughts and laugh at my curiosity. On a closing curtain, I hope, if I am so lucky, that my poetry sneaks into a part of your heart and stays there.

Read a Teaser of the Book here…

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

dream

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i can’t even tell if i’m dreaming
can’t even realise this feeling
of being free to be me

i hear their voices
i hear them laugh
i hear them make me feel like
i don’t deserve this right
that i call mine

but you can’t stop my dreaming
you can’t even take it away from me
you can steal my life
but you can’t steal my right
to dream, to see, to believe

that i could be
anything i wanted to be
i believe, that i can dream
of something better
a brighter letter

this is my dream
this is my reality
and who’s to say, which is which?

this is my life
this is my right
this is my dream to be
something better
than what they made me

tell me i lie
tell me i’m scared
tell me anything you want
tell me to be something else
i won’t listen because i am more

call me a liar
call me a snitch
call me a broken part
go ahead
i won’t break

because i am more
than the monster
you made me believe i was

ANVI TUTEJA
This is NOT the End…

Anvi Tuteja, Poems, the wandering poet

wandering poet

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

truth

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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…


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

misunderstood

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they tell me
i must be
misunderstood

and i say
that’s not it
that’s not me

not doing this
for sympathy
not doing this
for attention
like you may think i am

i don’t know
what to be
i don’t know
how to be
the real me

i’m not trying
to be cool
when i’m not
i’m just trying
to be me among the others

they call me fast
they call me a fiend
they say i lie
but that’s just me
what am i supposed to be?

according to you
i’m perfect or i’m not
your greatest generation
looks pretty bad now
but they don’t even say that

this is the truth
and it’s not a lie
when i say
that you make me cry
all the time

i try to be
and it’s too much
for you and them
is it not the end?
’cause it feels like it is

i am not trying
to be someone i’m not
i am just me, the real one at that

you tell me i’m done
you tell me it’s over
but this is the great adventure…

To be Continued…
ANVI TUTEJA