Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Poems, Rebellion (Incandescence)

Insurrection

If you canโ€™t handle me at my worst,
You sure as hell donโ€™t deserve me at my best,

For I am braver than you believe,
I am stronger than you perceive,
And I am smarter than you preconceive,
Because I am freer that how you deceived,

Of the mountain of despair,
I will carve a hollow of unscare,
For you can never break my spirit,
Because itโ€™s my destiny and I will live it,

For fate is not by chance but by choice,
And I will rise and fight, so you can hear my voice,
For I may have faced many defeats in life,
Yet I have never succumbed to the sweet misery of pain, war or strife,

And I may fall, I may crash and burn,
I may drown in a thousand sorrows, but I will be heard,
And I will rise above and heal my pain,
And I will overcome all the obstacles and come out sane,

Because I didnโ€™t come this far, To only come this far,
Because love, war and revenge, may have made history scarโ€™d,
But I know the truth, as clear as a mirror in the night,
Because all the shadows can be dismissed with a flick of light,

If you spend your entire life, trying to be normal,
You will never realise how amazing it is to be abnormal,
It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you move,
Because the seeds of doubt are so hard to remove,

What and if are two unassuming normal words,
But bring them together, and you will lose more of your life than you can afford,
Because you should live like thereโ€™s no tomorrow,
And only then will they vanish: your fears, regrets and sorrows,

And above all else, be happy for the gift of life,
For when you look at your mortality, be forever happy you are alive,
Because time isnโ€™t the main thing, Itโ€™s the only thing that doth matter,
Because between life and death, youโ€™ll never prefer the latter,

For you own the story and you derive the ending,
But nowhere in life will you go with dreaming, lying or pretending,
And never fall prey to the fears and whispers that come with doubt,
For one day they will betray you and see you out,

For we armed with the knowledge that came with history,
If you learn from the mistakes of the past, guaranteed is your victory,
For life gives you no limitations, โ€˜cept the one you made yourself,
And never mind the fears of judgement in heaven or even the hells,

Because I am more than what I once was before,
And I made my own path so brave, that now they call it folklore,
For I live as if I were to die tomorrow, and learn as if I were to live forever,
And now they call me as if it โ€˜twas a curse: clever,

But I donโ€™t care if they dare to end my story,
For sunsets are there to remind me, that endings can also hold beauty,
And I will never stop the wars or the rebellion,
For your rules and mandates deserve nothing but insurrection,

For you are no one to tell me, who I can and cannot be,
And I know Iโ€™ve said this once before, but itโ€™s still not your destiny,
Because it is in our darkest moments, that we must focus to see the light,
Because we are nothing if not the things we believe to be right.
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Poems, Reflection (Incandescence)

Thoughts To Treasure

As I walk I do not recognise,
As I walk I do not comprehend,
How this little world of mine,
Has changed into one of sin, war and crime,

My little bubble, an oasis of power,
An impenetrable fortress, a bunker to hide away,
Has now been discovered, my power drained,
Oh, tears of sorrow I rained,

I watered your fertile fields with my tears,
I hardened your spirit with my blood,
I tended your roots with my heart and soul,
I encompassed you with my being, whole,

But now you’re gone, sacrificed like all the others,
They say: death is the kindest mercy,
But then again I have never met a bigger liar than this: ‘they say’
But now I walk the same way,

The one we walked together,
What seems like an eternity ago,
Stolen moments and pretty lies,
But, The spirit you left me never dies,

Chained by these very memories,
The thoughts you left me, I do preserve,
They’ll punish me in those hells,
The very ones that destroyed yourself,

And they may have claimed your shadows,
But they’ll never have your spirit,
Just one of the many thoughts that I will treasure,
Once they beat me out of measure.
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Poems, Rebellion (Incandescence)

Playing With Fire: ‘Tis a Dangerous Game

Two companion pieces, Playing With Fire and A Dangerous Game, highlight the importance of rebelling and breaking stereotypes and making the world a beautiful and equal place for all in the form of a story where a girl fights against the world and vows to ‘watch, because this world will yet be mine.’ (Playing With Fire) and that ‘my fire will never again be stopped,’ (A Dangerous Game)

Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Poems, Rebellion (Incandescence)

A Dangerous Game

Read Playing With Fire Here…

If the whole world says, that I’m nothing but a horrible person,
Then who am I to tell them, that they don’t know it all,
If the whole world says, that I’m nothing but a rude girl,
Then who am I to tell them, that I’m not all that meets the eye,
If the whole world says, that I’m nothing but a broken heart,
Then who am I to tell them, that I had next to no part,

And If the whole world says, that I don’t have any rights,
Then who am I to tell them, that I will rise and fight,
Because even If the whole world says, that this is all I’ll ever be,
Then who are you to tell me, for it’s not your destiny,

I can hear the rumours, I can hear the whispers,
It keeps me up at night, tossing and turning,
But I will rise above and leave you starstruck and awaiting,
I do not fit your stereotypes, I wasn’t meant to be the norm,

But now I’ve fought your obstructions,
And I broke free from your path,
I’m like a bundle of contradictions,
Always caught up in misconceptions,
But now I’m free, I’m free to finally be me,

And you had your weapons, your cannons at the ready,
But what will they do, when I fought the whole world,
Your shadows leave no trace, that’s in the past,
Time isn’t waiting and I’m running so fast,

And then you were begging, weeping at my feet,
They say it’s in the past, But I know this won’t last,
So now they race behind me, as I race for the stars,

And now I’ll say to the whole world, that you just wait and watch,
Because now I’m here to tell you, I’m a bullet you just can’t dodge,

And how did you dare, to tell me who I could and couldn’t be,
But I rose above the ashes, reborn from the fire,
I’m just like a phoenix, solace in the flames,
Because my fire will never again be stopped,
And now my natural charisma will never be the same,

Fire, Fire, It’ll leave you burning,
Fire, Fire, You’ll never be the same,
Fire, Fire, ‘Tis a very dangerous game,
Fire, Fire, You’ll burn in your hate,

So remember that is the real me,
And I will run, run for all eternity,
They think it’s all so easy,
But they don’t know a fraction of my pain,
And now in that world, all of them say,
Repeating for all time, for I showed them the way:

“Playing with Fire, ‘Tis a dangerous game,
And once she’s done with you, you’ll never be the same,”
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Poems, Rebellion (Incandescence)

Playing With Fire

I feel everything so deeply,
I know everything, without its meaning,
And you don’t know what it’s like to be me,
I move swiftly, without any reasoning,

And I don’t need to make sense, to be your perfect precedent,
I don’t need to be your warped idea of normal,
Society’s got it all wrong, I don’t mean to represent,
I don’t need to be your perfect little girl, always so formal,

I was a mistake, A beautiful enigma,
I was not meant to be a standard,
You cannot break my spirit, an abyss as abysmal,
As vast as a river that meandered,

And on their rules and shadows, you can find my insignia,
I destroyed their regular, I burnt their mandate,
You can’t control my essence, my alluring charisma,
I’m sorry, you’re out, past your use-by date,

Do you think you can control me?
When you play with fire, burning is inevitable,
I’m a wild spirit, A creature meant to be free,
Try to twist my words, my soul is impenetrable,

Keep your rules, your regulations,
I’d rather burn down your conglomerations,
Against your rules, your legislation, I’m as varied as creation,
I’ve got no obligations, I’d rather start a worldwide revolution in this backyard you call a nation,

You play with a dangerous fate, a destiny not yours,
You point at me, your evils, your sins and your crimes,
And yet against your weapons, your rumours, I’ll endure,
And watch, because this world will yet be mine.
ANVI TUTEJA

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Anvi Tuteja, Emotion (Incandescence), Incandescence, Poems

Remember

Second in the Forevermore Series – Remember:

Inspiration comes when it comes,
Nothing to be done about it,
It’s not me it’s them,
So Remember,
Remember me,
Remember my stories,
Remember my laughs,
Remember my poems,
Remember my gasps,
Remember, Because it’s the last time you’ll be seeing me,

My brain thinks faster than I can write,
How fast can my fingers type?
So Remember,
Remember me,
Remember my power,
Remember my greed,
Remember my whispers,
Remember my dreams,
Remember, Because it’s the last time you’ll be seeing me.
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Quotes and More

#QuoteoftheDay!

“Creation is never finished. It once had a beginning, but it will never end.”
Immanuel Kant

Anvi Tuteja, Quotes and More, Short Stories, Write-Ups

Euripides’ Medea and Life

“Stronger than Lover’s Love is Lover’s Hate,
Incurable in each, the wounds they make.”
Euripedes’ Medea

When Jason went to retrieve the Golden Fleece to ensure prosperity and bountiful harvests for all of Greece, he journeyed to Colchis. The Greeks believed Colchis was at the edge of the known world, and Jason’s journey was a dangerous and perilous one, but one of honour to restore his throne and kingdom.
Upon reaching Colchis, Medea, the princess of Colchis fell in love with Jason, by the will of the goddesses: Aphrodite, Athena and Hera.
Medea’s father, the King, was not impressed with this upstart Greek and said that if he wanted the Golden Fleece, he would have to get it himselfโ€ฆpast a fire-breathing dragon and skeletal soldiers.
Medea, a sorceress, vowed to help Jason if he would take her away with him to Greece. Jason agreed and with the help of Medea, he stole the Golden Fleece. They sailed off to Greece, but fell in danger every step of the way, because of a curse Medea had bestowed upon them when she killed her own brother under the facade of a truce.

Medea, a tragedy by Euripides, performed in 431 BCE. One of Euripidesโ€™ most powerful and best-known plays, Medea is a remarkable story of injustice, ruthless revenge and the mistreatment of a woman.
When Jason casts Medea off and decides to marry the Princess of Corinth, Medea is determined on revenge, and after a dreadful mental struggle between her passionate sense of injury and her love for her children, she decides to punish her husband by murdering both her sons and his future wife. She steels herself to commit these deeds and then escapes in the chariot of her grandfather, the sun-god Helios, leaving Jason without even the satisfaction of punishing her for her crimes. Euripides succeeds in evoking sympathy for the figure of Medea, who becomes, to some extent a representative of womenโ€™s oppression in general.

Now that we’ve got the backstory stuff covered, I want to talk about the real reason I chose to share this quote with all of you.
Let’s get the quote back here:
“Stronger than Lover’s Love is Lover’s Hate,
Incurable in each, the wounds they make.”

What is the difference between hatred and love? What is the difference between a wound and a scar? What is the difference between weakness and strength?
The answer, ladies and gentlemen, is time. Time heals all wounds. As the saying goes, Life Goes On.
It’s true, Life goes on, irrespective of you and your emotions. Nothing, not even the gods, can stop the cruel, inexorable and relentless passage of time.
But time yields wonderful results, the blooming of a flower, the growth of a child, the progress of humanity. So my advice, to everyone, today, is to live in the present. Enjoy life as it comes. As a great man once said,
“Life is what happens to us while we are busy making other plans.”
Thank you all. Stay Safe.
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Incandescence, Rebellion (Incandescence), Short Stories, Write-Ups

My Swan Song

It had been a time of great change. The humans were to blame.
Their world was disappearing inch by precious inch: a lush, sun-drenched land full of colour and life becoming a barren, ruinous, grey wasteland.
What would become of them all? Was there even a future?

If there was, it certainly wasn’t bright, or merry, or beautiful, or any of the things it was before.
But they couldn’t complain, could they? They had brought this on themselves. But was that really their fault? They had just been doing what they had been for years, for decades, for centuries, even. This effect had not been a quick fix of a few generations, but a causality of years of damage and heartbreak.
And slowly, nature, unable to contain the darkness within, grew rebellious and inflicted it on humanity. All greenery faded away. Bright changed to dull, and light to dark.
It was a time of infinite sorrows. Wars waged over food. Life pit brother against brother in the ultimate fight for life. It was the race. The race against time. Humanity fighting for seconds. For morsels. For crumbs.

And then came the aftermath. A set of new heroes entered the world. They built what their forefathers could not: a bond with nature. They created, discovered, innovated. But there was one thing they could not cure: Humanity’s thirst. Thirst for curiosity, for wisdom, for power.
And then they committed the greatest sin of all: Self-Harm. They erased their minds, Their memories, And were finally devoid of emotion.
And one could argue that this was the Afterglow. Life prospered. Blissfully ignorant. Unaware that the meadows they played over were the graves of the many. That they had walked over the cold corpses of the race known as ‘The Before.’
In one way, this was their saviour. Ignorance was Bliss, at least for them. But then there were those who began to remember. It started with the children. Their minds were young. New. Blissfully Naive in the ways of the world. And it started with the nightmares. Visons. Hallucinations.
And then came the flashbacks. The memory of the sin they committed.
And what to do but then. The ones who talked had to be silenced. It was a necessary sacrifice. A necessary sacrifice. Those were the words that lured them to sleep at night. The many becoming the few becoming the one. Constant vigilance. It was a necessary sacrificeโ€ฆ
And then humanity moved on. The screams of those tortured before being cut off by the sound of a single shot, became commonplace in the new world. Their creation had done nothing. Nothing. But the people were used to it. And they were obstinate. Stubborn.
And then there were those who rebelled. Met in the shrouds of secrecy and darkness. We began our secret society. The Secret Society of the Survivors. And one day we ran.
We fled. Abandoning all our principles. The very thing that brought us together, urged us to flee. And we left, leaving them all to a merciless fate.
I still remember their screams. Their screams as they were torn apart. Destroyed. Obliterated. While we stood and watched and did nothing. We were their destruction. Their swan song.
And then we built this place. Far, Far away from those who had died. Died so that we could live. They had died believing they were alone. But they weren’t. We buried their bodies. Our comrades in arms. And then vowed never to return.
We began our own colony. On New-Terra. Life moved on. Humanity always does in the end. And now I stand here. On the edge of the new world. Standing. Waiting. That’s all I will do now. Simply Wait. Wait for all Eternity. Because they will come. And we will fight. Fight to avenge all those who were killed when it should have been us. We will stand together. Together and we will drive those mad brutes out. And then and only then will I finally rest. Rest in peace. Because I am the last of my people, ‘The Before’.
And until then I will wait. Standing here, Waiting, for Eternity. For my home. For My people, who died. And to avenge them, I will wait.
And to anyone who finds this, remember.
Remember.
Remember them.
Remember me.
Remember the feeling of despair when you’re tumbling down the cliff.
Because that moment will come for you, as it does for us all.
Your swan song.
And this? This is my swan song.
ANVI TUTEJA


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Anvi Tuteja, Quotes and More

#AnviOriginals! #QuotebyAnvi!

“History is naught but the telling of tales, each as varied and as beautiful as the many constellations that doth twinkle in the night sky.”
ANVI TUTEJA