To,
all the anger among the words,
I am
tired but also angry, and I don’t know what to choose. But I saw others voting
for anger.
He
stood among them; among his underprivileged brothers and spoke (read as
shouted) about their rights. He spoke about poor parents. He spoke about the
hungry nights. He spoke about self respect and honor. He spoke for all of them.
But I didn’t (read as couldn’t) see the picture he drew. I just saw his anger
and the loud noise anger makes. I stopped trying to understand and came back.
My anger is different from his.
Now isn’t that a universal problem? We
just can’t see past our anger. Our temper rises to a temperature which reduces
everyone else to a distant mirage and we slip past the gaps into a lonely
dimension.
Worthless dark confused city – population 1.
Other
people become waves of irritable dust that flies around us. Can you find peace
in a never ending sandstorm?
I
guess I lost my step. See that’s what anger does! But what is more dangerous
than anger? A state of no anger. Not a paradox. Just one of my observations so
far. No anger leads to a comfortable life. Happy spouses, happily living in
their duplex and raising two kids and a fat account in the State Bank of India.
Spare me. If a man be judged by his wants, you are going to judge me by the
house I live in, the girl I’ll marry, the clothes I wear and the kids I raise. Fuck
that. My anger keeps tearing my possessions from time to time. Consistently
living one life after the other. Thank you, anger.
Is
my sand disturbing you?
Look at my handwriting, so dirty (can you
see?). Am I tired or angry? Are my hands shaking or steady? Are my eyes fully
open red or semi open watery? Ha! Pass this test. Not for me or for you but for
the sake of anger. Anger, the burning end of the soul. Drown it in fuel.
My hint:
Do think of anger coz’ it is always thinking of you.
Regards
Angst.
