There are no heroes in the history books,
Because not everything is as it looks.
No one, not even your false idols are unscared,
Contrary to what popular opinion cared…
ANVI TUTEJA
Tag: #reflectionbyanvi!
Insecure
Yes, I’m insecure,
And no, they really isn’t any cure,
But you never really cared about that, did you?
To you, I was just another name in the books, one-two,
I have always wondered, why I was such a hesitant dancer,
Well, now I think I finally have my answer,
I have always wondered, why I was too afraid to reach for the sky,
Well, now I think I finally know why,
It was always you, you, you,
I don’t know why I believed this was true, true, true,
You’re so casually cruel, yeah, out of sight-out of mind,
My flaws, you never forget to remind,
Like I don’t already think of them, every single day of my life,
Yeah, but unlike you, they saw me through all the pain, war and strife,
Why, Why, Why did you have to hijack this mind of mine,
Was this all just a ploy – a way to get me to cosign,
Was this all a game to you? Well, it was my life,
And I should’ve seen it coming, the knife,
Yeah, you made me hate myself,
Made me think I was living for someone else,
But now your taunting’s useless,
Yeah, It’s next to nothingness,
I finally grew up, got used to the spotlight,
Finally believed I was someone who deserved this right,
I’m better now, thank you, next,
I finally realised that – more isn’t less,
No, I’m not insecure anymore,
Finally became something even greater than folklore.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Despair
To rid their world of a new kind of dark,
Three brave heroes did on a new journey embark,
The eldest loved knowledge, and he saved them from enmity,
For as he said, “There is no love lost when the world is in hostility,”
The youngest loved magic, so he saved them from illusions,
He used his power to draw the curtain, and rid them of their delusions,
The second eldest loved challenges, and she saved them from despair,
She fought all enemies, real and elusive, for she was a diamond in the rough, a beauty too rare,
And they were forever known as the mage’s counsel, the royal trinity,
However, their enemies did their rapport break, and they despaired in their unity,
She, the second eldest, one of beauty and power, was the first to leave,
She went off to vanquish her demons and did their intimate bond cleave,
Then urged by jealousy and wisdom, the eldest did take flight,
Leaving to rule over their kingdom as the lone king of plight,
Then left was the youngest, sorcerer supreme, all alone in a strange land,
As the newest of mind and open of thought, he alone could take a stand,
But what was he to do, simply a child in a chess game too hard to comprehend,
And he too, began to despair, and the darkness, delighted, flooded in, and thus their greatest heroes came to an end,
And many, many years later, when the three were together almost thrice a score aged,
When the land was ravaged, The heroes scattered and the fires raged,
Reunited were they once more, by just a misconception too grave,
And on that fateful day, sparks between them did fly: for they were meant to rule or raze,
Revelling in their unison, they once again were one,
But for the dangers that lurked beyond the deep, This ominous battle they had not yet won,
The eldest vanquished their fears, for he was gifted in terms of knowledge and sphere,
He fought the demons and left them but a speck in the universe, so mere,
The youngest saw beyond the Deep, and vanquished their visions,
They were finally in unison, and he created their realisations,
The second eldest solved riddles, and cured their complications,
She destroyed their power, burned down their conglomerations,
And thus the darkness, despairing, abandoned and took flight,
It was gone once again as the greatest heroes vanquished it into pure night.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Incandescence
I don’t need a man to figure out who I’m supposed to be,
For I am so much more than how society defines me,
I wish with all my heart that this wasn’t the world that I lived in,
I wake in the night and curse this world of war, crime and sin,
I don’t need your stereotypes to define myself,
I’m sorry, but please, keep your opinions to yourself,
I fear the day this world reaches a consensus,
For the wars and battles from that moment on, I fear will be endless,
Humanity has become reckless, Frozen in a state of mind,
Never stopping to wonder what is ethical, moral or right,
And they said, how could a scared little girl rise above the monsters and fight?
And she replied, you can never lose your demons but you can always stand for what you believe is right,
And they looked on in wonder, as she stopped all the destruction,
The very one they caged, came back to be their salvation,
And she became their new hope, a light in the dark,
And then that world did, on a new journey embark,
And the old traditions, mandates and standards of the past,
Became a thing so obscure that they could no longer last,
That world is now a haven, of those lost, scared and different,
Because she opened their minds and thus their hearts, to those incandescent,
And they tell her story, even up till this day,
For she was the true saviour who showed everyone the right way,
“She was just a little girl, who had the nerve to believe,
That she could be much much more than how she was perceived.”
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Insurrection
If you can’t handle me at my worst,
You sure as hell don’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 it’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 didn’t come this far, To only come this far,
Because love, war and revenge, may have made history scar’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 there’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 isn’t the main thing, It’s the only thing that doth matter,
Because between life and death, you’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, ‘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 ‘twas a curse: clever,
But I don’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 I’ve said this once before, but it’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
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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)
A Dangerous Game
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
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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 himself…past 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 Euripides’ 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 women’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
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 