Presenting the latest poem from VALIDATION, life is lyrical irony:
–Readimmovablenow, at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught–
moving, or immovable? still, or lost in the silence of stillness? uncaring, or willful ignorance? lost of persistent negligence?
moving not immovable; falling raindrops, and blaring traffic lights, symphony of soundless chaos, hands stuffed in worn-down pockets, heavy breaths, warm coffee (yet it’s cold) and all I get is indignant looks…
moving still immovable, pleas falling on silent ears, headphones on, headstrong in a maze of cars, swift steps, seemingly soft on the pavement – the fear of being carried off into some guy’s basement, pulling the jacket sides closer, staring up at the graying sky, scurrying faster.
ANVI TUTEJA
why not?‘s release date is Friday, 14.04.2023 Read more from VALIDATION at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught.
Presenting the latest poem from VALIDATION, life is lyrical irony:
–Read Don’t Tell Yourself You’ll Stay For The Kids now, at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught–
Don’t tell yourself you’ll stay for the kids, It’ll only make them hate every single day until then, Don’t tell yourself it is how it is, It’ll only make you hate what was once true.
(I promise you, I won’t say: Mommy, why can’t Daddy stay? I wish I could tell you: Maybe the day we move out should be today.)
I dream at night, how different it would be, Would we still see each other’s families? What would your parents say? What would my sister do? Would they pity me for you leaving? Even when I pity you.
(Sometimes I think to myself: God, just get separated already! It’s clear, even to me, that this lie that’s your life, isn’t steady.)
I wonder how our daughter would react, If I told her we should go out and see the world, Have we not moved on? Have we moved beyond? Have we yet moved out? Do you think she knows who’s pulling the strings? Do you think she still has doubts?
(My mother thinks I don’t know; but I’m falling down; that I’m playing dumb, The truth of the matter is, I don’t want to see the world, ‘cause I’m still feeling numb.)
I think it’s time to leave, yes, darling, let’s flee, He doesn’t care a damn; what I do with my tomorrows, Maybe I could be Scarlett, and she, Kat; Maybe I could be Lorelai, and she, Rory, I know this is hurting her, and she’s feeling tired – but maybe we could together get over sorrows.
Presenting the latest poem from VALIDATION, life is lyrical irony:
–Read Lodestar Ray now, at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught–
Lodestar* Ray
Life is a journey, people and places meandering to the soul’s destiny, What good is the adventure, without a navigator to secure your legacy? Education, a mighty tool, the pinnacle to the veiled success story, Quality follows, unable to resist the steppingstone to greater glory,
In the land of lush valleys, a time not different from our own, Uncaring of challenges Cruel Fate sets in the unknown, A daring, young soul first graces his home, yearning for wonder and wisdom, Barely seven, in the village school, the epitome of a failing education system,
Acceptance of failure was rather freeing, divulging the opportunity of a revolution, “NoRote Learning!” he vowed, a mere boy of fifteen, searching for learnings’ new resolution, Remaking reality through concepts, productivity, sustainability and contribution, challenging every trope, Intent to change a society set in stone – Never renouncing his undying hope,
‘Progress over Perfection,” his motto, weighing every decision with this immortal precedent, An outlier shunned for fear of development, now the country’s greatest resident, New ways, vocational paths, success stories for every child to dream, to desire, With the vow of together, qualitative regrowth, lighting insurgent fires,
He changed the world, that very moment of making a difference, Choosing his words with care, quality in every emotive sentence, Speaking of newfound prosperity, eradicating ignorance and poverty, Education, his guiding light, innovation and quality, his novelty,
Returning to where his journey began, his mission statement writ in stone, “Quality is not accidental, ‘tis the result of educated effort, accomplished never alone, Not an ever-fixed mark or universal standard, but responsibility that grows each day, Education highlights your path, should you choose to be the new Lodestar Ray. “
* A Lodestar is a star that is used to guide the course of a ship, especially the Pole Star.
ANVI TUTEJA
Don’t Tell Yourself You’ll Stay For The Kids’ release date is Friday, 09.12.2022 Read more from VALIDATION at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught.
Presenting the first poem from VALIDATION, life is lyrical irony:
–Read Falling now, at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught–
‘falling and failing i can’t keep them apart, my head is shaking and breaking, and i don’t know where to start, how can it fall down, because it’s always been there, how dare you leave me, just like these memories, oh too rare,’
Sometimes I feel like I’m all up in my head, “I’m denied all these rights!” is what the old me said, The new one wonders if she/me ever had them to begin with,
‘Cause I’ve never met a bridge I couldn’t burn, Never seen a rabbit hole I didn’t fall down into, Never heard another curse, thrown at me by this cruel world, And yet I’ve never known that fate’s spurn, the world’s scorn, that sent you (to me),
I look up to see the sea of stars, And it hasn’t changed, not even since all these wars began, But now I kind of wish it had, Because at least someone would have been kind enough to show me their path,
The world tells me – I picked my poison and it’s you, And yet I never even knew what I was being thrown into, I’m always the angel, I’m always the devil, why don’t you all decide and let me know? So, at least, I can finally know what I’m fighting for!
ANVI TUTEJA
Lodestar Ray‘s release date is Friday, 02.12.2022 Read more from VALIDATION at Anvi’s Thoughts Caught.
To celebrate the upcoming release of Falling, the first poem in the latest collection, Validation, by Anvi’s Thoughts Caught, I present the album covers of each poem from VALIDATION:
Dear readers, I’m elated to share with you all that I recently had the privilege of meeting the world-renowned South African comedian and talk show host, the one and only, Mr. Trevor Noah!
I was able to share with him a poem I wrote, titled ‘The Man With The Mission.’ It is about Trevor Noah himself and his inspiring life experiences. I’m pleased to present the poem to you here:
Growing up in South Africa, raised by his grandmother’s stories, About how, back in my day, we had much greater worries, Learning to get through apartheid alive, while wading through stereotypes and a controlling regime, Product of a crime worse than treason, a police state, the perfect racism ’twas deemed,
Everything from missiles in Ukraine, to dresses and Kim K, To family laws, democratic institutions and Trump saying Namaste, He’s taught me more about South African politics than I know of my own country, But now, I’ve got very strong views about Jacob Zuma’s policies,
More than a comedian, more than an activist, he’s the global phenomenon, The man with the mission, to make the world laugh, he’s called Trevor Noah! ANVI TUTEJA
This is the ultimate poem of Part I of ASTRONOMY, it’s fate and we’re two worlds apart. This series is all about what introvertism means, how it feels when your best friend is on another planet, and how hard it hits to know that you have insecurity.
ASTRONOMY album cover
Astronomy, is going to be published in multiple parts, and I’m pleased to present the ultimate poem Part I:
flitting like the pages of a book… fleeting like the first love… falling, tumbling down the cliff… failing life’s greatest test… feeling like there’s nothing left to lose…
Presenting 1.6, untitled:
Presenting 1.6, *untitled*
i feel like i’m a different person on the inside and outside of me, who i truly am, beyond this body, it’s deeds, isn’t the me the world sees, they see me for someone i’m not – the tears, the jealously, and the drama, i take about who i am, really am, and they laugh in my face and say it’s karma,
and i’ve crossed this out – one, two, three four thousand times, crossed out scars, and two many i’m sorry’s, too many pauses, and fallings out, to make coherent sense,
i don’t know where this is going, and now i want to laugh, seems this coping mechanism has been working oh too fast. anvi tuteja
This is the penultimate poem of Part I of ASTRONOMY, it’s fate and we’re two worlds apart. This series is all about what introvertism means, how it feels when your best friend is on another planet, and how hard it hits to know that you have insecurity.
ASTRONOMY album cover
Astronomy, is going to be published in multiple parts, and I’m pleased to present the penultimate poem Part I:
flitting like the pages of a book… fleeting like the first love… falling, tumbling down the cliff… failing life’s greatest test… feeling like there’s nothing left to lose…
Presenting 1.5, purple flowers:
Presenting 1.5, purple flowers
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice, From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire.
Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me, The Carriage held but just ourselves, And Immortality.
Because I could not stop for death, Emily Dickinson
Sometimes I wonder, if you even know I exist, Because forget my advances, even my conversations you resist, And I’ve been told not to feel this way, What way? At this point, it’s my existence, and even that you want to take away.
You take and I give, I die and you live, Could I get a few moments, where maybe, just maybe, you could like me? And I could pretend, that this loneliness isn’t frightening.
And this entangled web of failing friends, These insane dead ends.
I know you don’t want me, but why do you want her? If I died today, would you even give a damn tomorrow?
Would you come to my funeral, and leave purple flowers at my grave? Or would you go to her house, and attend the latest rave?
Is it such a crime to want me? Have I been anything but cordial? Anything but as polite as could be?
Do you even care about my existence? Will I ever be enough for you? anvi tuteja
This is the continuation of Part I of ASTRONOMY, it’s fate and we’re two worlds apart. This series is all about what introvertism means, how it feels when your best friend is on another planet, and how hard it hits to know that you have insecurity.
ASTRONOMY album cover
Astronomy, is going to be published in multiple parts, and I’m pleased to continue Part I:
flitting like the pages of a book… fleeting like the first love… falling, tumbling down the cliff… failing life’s greatest test… feeling like there’s nothing left to lose…
Presenting 1.4, could i despise you?:
Presenting 1.4, could i despise you?
Have you ever met one of those people, The ones towards you gravitate, seemingly by principle? I’d say I’d used to be one, but by now I think you know me, Enough to know that’s something I could never be.
Could I despise you? If I never even knew you? Because I’ve seen you, Too many times for my accusations to be branded untrue.
But if you don’t even see me, Do I even matter, because I’m used to it? Could anyone ever be used to feeling used? Needed for not the sake of being needed, Wanted for only a moment, where YOU can take a laugh.
Because am I a device through which you expel your negativity? A means for you to cleanse your soul, Before you take what we made together, and call it your own.
And we’ve all seen what happens when I take your side, We crash and burn, and I ruin my life and feel dead inside.
“But where is the flow going?” is what I need to know. Need to Know. Desperately.
‘Cause where is this going? ‘Cause where are we going?
My identity, my existence is “Repetitive,” And I’m afraid, someday I’ll believe it. anvi tuteja
This is the continuation of Part I of ASTRONOMY, it’s fate and we’re two worlds apart. This series is all about what introvertism means, how it feels when your best friend is on another planet, and how hard it hits to know that you have insecurity.
ASTRONOMY album cover
Astronomy, is going to be published in multiple parts, and I’m pleased to continue Part I:
flitting like the pages of a book… fleeting like the first love… falling, tumbling down the cliff… failing life’s greatest test… feeling like there’s nothing left to lose…
Presenting 1.3, insanity:
Presenting 1.3, insanity
Whenever I’m around you I get this crushing sense of inferiority, This feeling of being slave to your fleeting fidelity, And it seems, I’m the only one to blame, And it’s always on me that you don’t feel the same,
Are you the definition of insanity? Or am I? Oh, it must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice.1
And every moment feels like another hit to my armour, A crack in my cruel soul,
I think I found solace in writing these, Because I never believed them to be true, But now it seems, these words that I leased, Have turned my heart traitor, and it always comes back to you,
I was never capable of feeling, And I felt like my soul was screaming. Drowning. Drowning in the weight of expectations that weren’t even mine. And now even existing feels like a crime. anvi tuteja
1Lyric by FINNEAS from Break My Heart Again. Not intended to violate copyright or claim as intellectual property.
Thoughts Caught 