Category: Poems

They tell me to do more and try to be better,
Perfect and Charming, right down to the letter,
But I just need moment, yeah, I just need a moment,
To breathe; But I’m sorry, no comment,

How do I tell them I’m done? How do I tell them they’re only stories,
How do I tell them their real life isn’t my reality? That I was meant for better glories,
I was not meant to sit at home and look pretty,
I am strong and brave and smart and witty,

Give me a moment, a moment to breathe,
I can do it, but what of the sorrows beneath?
I’m scared of what they’ll do to me,
I’ve seen things I wish to unsee,

Reality is abstract, different, not yours, not mine,
Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional; yeah, I’m just FINE,
I’m done fighting, I’m done living for someone else,
I’m finally free, free to breathe, free to believe, that I can finally be, myself.
ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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Careful how much you end up pushing me away,
You never know how much I’ll end up liking it there,
And my flaws; huh, like I don’t end up thinking of them every single day,
But if you say it one more time, I’m done I swear,

Because Remember, Time is money and money is mine,
And I won’t fight for love if you won’t meet me halfway,
So tell me what you want, or get out of this mind of mine,
And your excuses won’t work anymore, no matter what they say,

That’s what I love about inked words,
You can’t ever change love to hate,
That truly lasts forever, no changes to new hurts,
Whatever’s been said has been said, now it’s too late,

Because it’s done and dusted, the chapter’s published,
And you should know this isn’t a licence to hate you,
But whatever was said was never meant to be public,
I would have stayed forever, you know, but what to do?

But I was meant for more than this,
More than a loop of your intrepid eternal unravels,
I was meant to be something unseen before, no reminiscence,
But now through the stages of sorrow, the miss in misery, I must travel,

Because you broke me down, ripped out the page,
Like an unsung hero, that history forgot,
And it’s the end of decade, but the beginning of an age,
But dealing with the fact, that you just left like that; yeah, that’s a lot,

I fought all the dragons, I conquered all the beasts,
But that was nothing compared to what you did to me!
Now they think it’s the devil, yeah, all them priests,
And maybe it is, but I don’t care as long as it’s you I never see,

Hey, listen, because I don’t have the world nor the luxury of time,
Stay out of my way, and stay out of my life,
Hey, by the way, How’s your heart after breaking mine?
I don’t really care what you do, ’cause you caused me so much pain, war and strife,

So do what you got to do as long as it’s nothing to do with me,
Because I’m the hero and you’re just another adversary,
And now I’m living for me, not you or any idiot with a key,
And all those insecurities and flaws you made me believe, are no longer in sanctuary.
ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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I like to believe, the world could be anything I want it to be,
With the openness of mind and freedom of thought, Everything I see –
Could someday become a true reality…

I like to believe, the world could be anything I want it to be,
With the feeling and emotion and laughter, I can finally be me –
And all of my thoughts will last an eternity…

The world needs repairing, it’s broken and damaged,
Men have destroyed it with the wars they had ravaged,
My beautiful world, what have they done to you?
My beautiful world, why didn’t you take me too?

And now I know that I must do everything I knew I could,
Need to protect the ones just like you and me, the misunderstood,
Now I finally understand, my destiny in this world,
I can finally face the challenges that at me were hurled,

This is a new day, a new hope, a new beginning,
But all my chances of change are thinning,
I must create a new world, one sought after by many,
With smiles and laughter and resources – available plenty,

And I must be their saviour, their saviour true and immortal,
For they are stuck in peril, deep and mortal,
I will be what wasn’t there before,
I will be something greater than folklore,

And I must be the perfect enigma,
Instilling them with confidence, hope and charisma,
That is my eternal destiny that I will uphold,
I will create a new world from the ashes of the old –
Watch and behold…
ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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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

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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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

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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