Tag: #poembyanvi!

I think too much about what people say,
I dwell too much about one or the other way,
They drag in my soul, still innocent and whole,
They use tried strings and broken dreams,

They are devasted and in need of repair,
Their souls given up much too long ago, unscare,
But a light within me, does resist the deep sea,
Is that the devil, already claimed my soul to level?

They told me I was perfect for the job,
They were the first to say, but last to rob,
Because they say, I’ll never get out of their way,
Yet I resist, even though they told me it was pointless,

Yes, they drag in my soul, into this little sadistic game of theirs,
Yet I stay calm, not a hair out of place,
I have no fear, because I have heard it all, their leers,
And that may just be, something that saves me,

I got out of there in time, or rather they left,
For it seems my life is just impossible to wreck,
And I smile, because it seems it worked, all the while,
I can finally go back to being me, for I’m certainly more than what the eye sees.
ANVI TUTEJA

Hello everyone, I realised I haven’t been posting for a while and I truly am sorry. As it turns out, 9th Grade is as hard, if not harder, than all its preconceptions.
So, consider this poem as an apology and a reminder that I still exist and I haven’t forgotten my WordPress password (again!)

The cards already on the table,
The wind blowing in from the gables,
You’re holding and I’m folding,
Oh, why can’t I have the perfect ending?

I don’t want to play these games,
But it doesn’t change the fact I am, all the same,
I throw my Kings down, right next to your Ace,
It seems you will always be first in the Race,

And you smile and hold out your hand,
We’ve done this before, just a routine in this land,
The soft clicks of gold and silver and brass,
And then you laugh your wicked laugh and all does amass,

And the setting’s changed, not all’s the same now,
You’ve got a wicked black crown now, but I’m not going to bow,
The wind blows my hair, and I feel like a fairy tale gone wrong,
You’re still the villain but I was never the princess of the song,

And the relentless, wretched wind blows your black cloak away,
As the curtains unclose, I stifle a scream as I don’t know what to say,
It all makes sense now as the pieces slowly fall into place,
The voice, The ghosts, The memories, The body and The Broken Mace,

The golden chain, the last hour, and the deal we made,
As the horrifying reality makes haste and nestles in, bed unmade,
I am a survivor, a cardsharp – but it was no match for the sword-sheath,
I was made a fool, but I must reconcile – because I made the deal with death.

PART 2 Coming Soon…

They tell me I’m worthless, and I cry into my pillow at night,
But now, with this new found strength, I finally know I’m right,

They think if they say it enough times, I’ll believe it’s true,
But I’m satisfied with myself and don’t need approval to do,

Don’t you leave me hang, hanging like the Mona Lisa,
Or alone at the customs with a hand made visa,

‘Cause trust me, I’ll find you, the one who did this to me,
And you may think I’m broken, but I still have two eyes to see,

And all I can see, from where I’m standing here alone,
The water’s a-moving, The shadows cast onto stone,

And I can see your time, as clear as that mirror of mine,
I don’t think you realise, boy, get in line,

I don’t need you tell me, who to be,
‘Cause I’m a perfect, custom-made Masterpiece,

And you may think you had me under your spell,
But I’m the one pulling the shots, have been since the day of Fell,

Yeah, that’s what they call me – Lady with the Lease,
Right after they acknowledge me as the Masterpiece,

Nothing you can do, No tricks to pull, Today, I’m setting us both free,
And this power is mine, so is the land as far as the eye can see,

You had once said, “The darkness is inside,”
But now I know, you were just the devil in disguise.
ANVI TUTEJA

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

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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

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

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Had to stay at home, away from the dangers,
Now we meet again, and we just feel like strangers,

Is it just me, or does this feel forced?
Like this game is something into which we’ve been coerced,

Because it’s 2 years later, we’ve never been better,
But why do I feel like I must be perfect, right down to the letter,

We were closer than close,
Now this just feels like remorse,

All my friends say I’m in denial,
But it’s a wedding ring turned ending, no walking down the aisle,

Everyone acts like they know how it feels,
The truth is – none of them are keeping it real,

People think the opposite of love is hatred, but it isn’t,
Because the absence of love, is indifference,

And now I’m indifferent to you, less than strangers,
Now, we both now, we were never ever gonna be free from the dangers,

And we’re less than strangers, no kindness to spare,
Because what we had was a love oh too rare,

And stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate,
Incurable in each, the wounds they make,

And now I can feel the rage flowing through my body, through my veins,
But I want you to know, I prayed it was you at my door in the rain,

Bu it’s a wedding ring turned ending and I’ve got no forgiveness,
For the one who broke my heart and left me helpless,

And you may think this is an apology, forgive and forget,
But I was never your hopeful, just a memory to regret,

Don’t need your hatred, Don’t need your love, Don’t need anything at all,
You fell from the pedestal, but I’m done breaking your fall,

And now this is goodbye, because I’ve never been better,
Don’t need to follow behind, Because I’m a trendsetter.
ANVI TUTEJA

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

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“The universe played a cosmic joke on me – and I won’t ever be the same,
I was just a useful tool, just a pawn in your chess game,

I’m not buying what you’re selling,
Not interested in that stuff you’re fencing,

You’re painting a picture, but running out of paint,
Never said I was perfect, Never said I was a saint,

And I was a good girl – kept all my money in the people’s bank,
But the bank robbed the people, so the people robbed the bank,

I know what’s what now, it’s all holed up in a big Swiss vault,
But you don’t know what you lost, I was faithful to a fault,

More than a tool in your negotiation, I was worth so much more,
You shouldn’t have made me leave when I was standing at your door,

Now I’m the Queen of Nowhere; Yes, I’m royalty,
Don’t need the false promises now, of you and I, you and me,

Maybe in another life time, I could’ve forgiven you,
But life’s too short now to think of what ifs too,

Now I’m sitting on my throne, in my palace of broken hearts,
Thanks, but we’re really so much better apart,

Yes, I’m the Queen of Nowhere, Smoke and Mirrors,
Finally alone, seeing myself all that much clearer,

At the ends of the Earth, running for all of time,
Because everything I once knew, is finally mine.”
ANVI TUTEJA

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

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