Reputation Presents – the joint sequel of Queen of Mean & Crumbling Utopia
Reputation Presents – Queen of Mean & Crumbing Utopia
They say: “When you can’t hide, run, When you can’t run, hide.”
It was perfect, the moment I walked in, Engineered to be an enigma, never before seen, What do they expect? No place for crime, war or even sin, Society is quietly disapproving, no place for a Queen of Mean,
Yeah, they knew who I was. Didn’t know who I’ve become, I’d like to believe, I’m the perfect example, But, I think they know, that I’m just out of time to run, But, for what it’s worth, it’s just a plan that’s cancelled,
No one really knows, who I am, but all they know, what I am, A liar, a killer, a charmingly conniving thief, and they’re convinced – This is all I’ll ever be; Redemption? Their perfect selves don’t give a damn, But their opinion, their faith doesn’t matter to me – their Mesmer I’ll resist,
Because I’ve done it so far, I’ve done it well enough, Acting nonchalant, Acting like their words don’t cut into my heart, I’m not running for my life, till I’m at my last card, called out on my last bluff, But till then, their perfect society, I’ll be a perfect part,
The final piece to the puzzle, The final stroke of the clock, it’s the Race… They think I’m their saviour, but I’m just an enigmatist, Spinning con game, now they’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, Their perfect society hasn’t bothered to check the most wanted blacklist,
Where I’m first, second and last, Oh, they don’t dare check up on my past, Because here even the criminals are treated as honoured guests, And it may not be Madripoor, but it sure ain’t downcast, (either), So let them sit back, ignorant in their ivory towers; I’ll put their minds to rest,
Because I’m unpredictable, and clever, and a fighter ’till my last trick, And guess what, that ignorant Daddy’s Girl is now the greatest assassin of the West, But that’s enough about me, ’cause self-pity makes me sick, And you may think I’m hypocritical, overselling and irrational, like all the rest,
But underestimating me was your first mistake and it won’t be your last, But just in case it was unclear, I don’t mean a storm right now, I don’t need that kind of trauma, the invigorating drama, that’s all in the past, A quiet life for me now, but the con’ll catch up – like it always does; but if you know a better way, be sure to tell me how. ANVI TUTEJA
Now life just feels like a story, And not like the good kinds, that get written in history,
The big man just got fired, And all the little ones are getting tired, Mom’s upset about something, I smile and tell you it’s nothing, My sister’s got some heartache, After 2 months; I tell her to move on, for god’s sake,
Yeah, it’s the same old stories, The bad ones that never get turned into movies,
But now things are changing, Yeah, it seems like the world’s rearranging, Now we’ve got stuff, like support groups and unconscious bias, We’ve got a new faith too, let’s see how long it tries us, But when my sister takes your photo and asks, I try to forget what you said about the past, Dad’s home and the family’s back together, My sister’s got a new guy and she’s sure – This time it’s forever,
It’s still the same old story, but something feels different, The rules are changing, and the world’s becoming insolent,
It’s six months later, still stuck at home, My sister’s even more in love and I’m even more alone, Daddy’s retired now, they live in a cottage off of Bournemouth, My brother’s passed out and he’s heading down south, And today I drove through the suburbs, crying, Because you’ve been away so long, it’s falsifying,
And now the same old story, isn’t so casual any more, Because I was promised, this love was forevermore,
My sister’s getting married, and you’re not invited, Don’t even try showing up, ’cause my brother will kill you if you’re sighted, And I won’t care either, I’ll just look away, nonchalant, My parent’s are here, so’s half the family from Vermont, And it’s time for the vows, and I walk outside, And there you’re standing with flowers, acting like you’re all mine, Now I know, this isn’t a story, Almost over with a closing curtain of glory,
This is just the beginning of a new chapter, Of you and me, with smiles and laughter. ANVI TUTEJA
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
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!
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!”
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.
Thoughts Caught 