Thursday 7 January 2016

Anger

My anger is a shy thing
It hides in the shadows of my brain
simmering and hissing from there.
It flares up every now and then,
just waiting to pounce, if it is allowed.
Allow it, I don’t, because really…
What is the use?
Obstinate mules won’t ever bend,
And why would they?
Have I ever ever really bent?
I’d like to think so, but i hear no ayes.
So i bend down in front of human nature.
Oh, the irony, I know,
but I see no other choice.
It is either peace or letting loose the reins 
to the angry madness in me.

And one would rather choose the first one?

5 comments:

  1. Bhai waah! Its beautiful!
    Do you really get so angry and ponder this much over it. Nice :)

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  2. Epigrammatically written!!!
    I couldn't correlate this to any incident that happened lately....
    OR is it just that you made a flying remark and you are waiting for someone to become a victim ?:p:p
    OR am I missing something?xD

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  3. Epigrammatically written!!!
    I couldn't correlate this to any incident that happened lately....
    OR is it just that you made a flying remark and you are waiting for someone to become a victim ?:p:p
    OR am I missing something?xD

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  4. Very thoughtful and well written. Keep writing, I like to get this unusual peek in your life.

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  5. Very thoughtful and well written. Keep writing, I like to get this unusual peek in your life.

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