Power

Anger, such a negative word, isn’t it? But there is an upside to anger as well.

Imagine a wine if you will, it will make you understand better…

Age the Rage

Do you know the upside of anger?

“There isn’t any”, said the man.

With the same belief lived the fool,

Age the Rage, story thus began.

I met a man who was wronged,

By each and every lyrics and rhyme.

We are but characters who never belonged,

But were allotted the chance with time.

He sits at the top of the hill,

Despite falling, despite being pushed off.

While they tried to break his will,

His aged rage was like a wine, a payoff.

Bursting out is letting go of,

The power, the drive that rage brings.

Nurture it for the right stand-off,

Aged Rage doesn’t shout but sings.

Most of us are made the same,

But only a few leave a mark.

While we play, they design the game,

With signatures nothing less of a hallmark.

Irrelevant of their fields, irrelevant of their nations,

Irrelevant of their culture, language or even traditions,

Was their methods. Unique that they became success’s definition.

Every great being was his/her own competition.

So a fast one is late and a slow one is on time,

Or a strong one is fake and a lean one fights crime,

Or the orator brags while the silent rhymes,

Ordinary people walk but the greats climb.

Most of us were made the same,

But only they left their mark.

While we looked at others game,

To humanities privilege, they added their spark.

A motivational note…

Do you know why our eyes release tears?

I’ll answer that at the very end.

For now let us not pretend,

Reboot, regroup and comprehend.

Every morning we get on with our work,

Trying to move a step ahead, scared to get stuck,

But it is not that simple, not that straight,

Life has it’s way of being a jerk.

So we try and try again till we can,

Soaring with our wide wingspan,

But eventually we run out of energy and plan,

And end up quitting what we began.

Every machine on this Earth,

Including humans for all their worth,

Need to reboot every now and then,

Answering the question which was stuck.

So take some time to stroll back,

Steal some peace and love for self,

Indulge in things and give yourself some slack,

A Soft temperament is impossible to crack.

I have a label on my head,

“One who deceives for his gain.”

I trick and lie to earn my bread,

But am I the one who is insane?

I walk amongst others like a regular bloke,

And see no difference between you and I,

We all behave the same round the clock,

Show me one person who does not lie.

I have a label on my head,

But I don’t hide behind any tower.

Denounce this false high that you are being fed,

Kindness lies in being yourself, being yourself is power.