https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?36148-Unshackling-the-feelings The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 14:01:00 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?36148-Unshackling-the-feelings https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12886-The-keys Sat, 09 Mar 2013 05:06:34 GMT When your head is clear, you are light
as a feather; no burdens and no controls.
It's all inside the head, a peace and a disorder,
the heaven and the hell, and a saviour and a killer.
Pills merely cannot save you from falling into a pit
of your own fears, when they rebound constantly.
Life puts on the color the way you respond to it,
and you know that you can be a soulmate or a foe to yourself.
In a tumultuous time, you get to know yourself better,
when you need to find the keys, just to set yourself free. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12886-The-keys https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12881-The-picture Fri, 08 Mar 2013 12:24:24 GMT *A sudden conscience, a lucid picture, awakens the eyes from your slumber. Sometimes, you learn the things in a hard way, being a friend, from... A sudden conscience, a lucid picture,
awakens the eyes from your slumber.
Sometimes, you learn the things in a hard way,
being a friend, from the stranger, to yourself.
When you understand yourself, you are free,
and when you learn to unlearn, you are at peace.
Nothing can change you, until you believe yourself,
and until you let the hand of time to portray your picture.
Good and bad are all perspective, relative,
when you know that they are just how you perceive. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12881-The-picture https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12854-The-wait Wed, 13 Feb 2013 11:48:06 GMT *Youth lives a life of flower, that stays for a while and disappears. You wonder why you have to keep trying to run all the time, just to move... Youth lives a life of flower,
that stays for a while and disappears.
You wonder why you have to keep trying
to run all the time, just to move on?
Why don't you slow it down a bit to mend
the broken pieces of your own life?
You pray and take a shelter for a rebirth,
to see the world in different perspectives.
The bleak sky rains, you wait for a change,
and your soul tries to befriend your body again. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12854-The-wait https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12803-Idle Sat, 19 Jan 2013 09:44:02 GMT *There comes a time when one stops restraining the avalanches of thoughts, and stops hiding the skin that slowly dies and exfoliates, and... There comes a time when one stops restraining
the avalanches of thoughts, and stops hiding
the skin that slowly dies and exfoliates, and rejuvenates
again, to wait and discover an another cycle of life.

One stops for a while just to take care of one's garden,
to bloom flowers for the coming spring, and to thank god
for whatever one still has got, at the moment, forgetting
the things that fell and shattered in the storm that passed.

Silence of idleness answers to the one, lost for years
on the trails, haunted by the eerie queries formulated
one after another by the insanity, and the claws of mind
become fierce and faint, with the waves of consciousness. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12803-Idle https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12795-Mirror Mon, 14 Jan 2013 04:45:26 GMT *A grotesque reflection in the broken mirror, And a cynical atheist lost in the riddle. As the contagious mind formulates filth, The cancer of... A grotesque reflection in the broken mirror,
And a cynical atheist lost in the riddle.
As the contagious mind formulates filth,
The cancer of thoughts creates a labyrinth.
Live a life projecting the present in the silver screen,
Or live it with imaginations of memories, dreams and films?
It's a fragile life that falls like a domino.
One system fails and all others fall in the row.
The blues when the world stands but remains silent still,
But the train of despair doesn't stop for a while.
It's an irony that you get what you don't need,
and the reflection that you see is what you are not. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12795-Mirror https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12652-Strings Thu, 15 Nov 2012 02:41:55 GMT It's all in your head --
The quicksands of delusions
pulling you inward.

Get a shovel, dig a hole.
Bury the litter.
Get a life.

Dissolve your illusions
into a peaceful pool and notice
your mirages disappearing.

Light the strings and watch
the flames dancing, sharing
the illuminating aura.

Untangle the strings
and run away from the jungle
having androids.

Find yourself as you walk,
weaving the strings of life,
and listen to your heart.

Life is calling you,
showing different signs.
Open your heart. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12652-Strings https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11564-Reminiscences Sat, 09 Apr 2011 07:00:33 GMT *So many things are flying inside my head, Like dusts in the desert, scatterring in the air. Once, I smashed the mirror in the state of... So many things are flying inside my head,
Like dusts in the desert, scatterring in the air.

Once, I smashed the mirror in the state of emptiness,
As the world turned colorless and everyone seemed faceless.

I reminisce when the life was so much flooded with melancholies,
And I wailed in the roaring deluge, ranting that the god doesn't exist.

When the life was blowing in the storm of insanity, hopelessness prevailed,
And I banged my head, shouting to my reflection, why these turmoils never end.

While the droplets of rain crashed onto the peaceful pool of water, creating ripples,
I realized our mind is peaceful otherwise, if not tampered by the droplets of feelings.

The twinges of rejections, dejections casted by the world, and my weaknesses and addictions,
In differnt faces, crippled this life, sporadically, but this heart thanked them for their aggravations.

Once I was a prisoner, locked and lost inside the appalling prison, and when released as a bird from the cage,
I am liberated and flying, running wherever I can, and I am walking on a different road, never been walked before.

-
Dibyendra Hyoju
February 5, 2011
http://dibyendra.blogspot.com/2011/0...niscences.html ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11564-Reminiscences https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11152-A-lucky-escape Tue, 02 Nov 2010 08:58:49 GMT *The boat kept drifting, like a boat without a sailor, Across an endless sea, in the stormy weather, But the boat survived even if the relentless... The boat kept drifting,
like a boat without a sailor,
Across an endless sea, in the stormy weather,
But the boat survived even if the relentless waves
Swallowed it innumerable times, in the merciless hours. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11152-A-lucky-escape https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11151-Dreams Tue, 02 Nov 2010 08:58:09 GMT *The hanging ropes of hopes, connected and twined infinitely, as ladders, in the garden of dreams, gesture to climb and connect to myriad ropes,... The hanging ropes of hopes,
connected and twined infinitely,
as ladders, in the garden of dreams,
gesture to climb and connect to myriad ropes,
which are hanging under the skies of utter uncertainties. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11151-Dreams https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11150-Anticipations Tue, 02 Nov 2010 08:57:23 GMT *Time passed with ambivalence and in restlessness, the man persevered in the despairing wilderness. He sighs longing on the verge of his... Time passed with ambivalence and in restlessness,
the man persevered in the despairing wilderness.

He sighs longing on the verge of his endeavour,
as the nights tingle and envisage unsure rapture.

Yet, amber of hopes are glistering in his eyes,
that sparkle like stars even in the gloomy nights. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11150-Anticipations https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11149-Just-let-go Tue, 02 Nov 2010 08:56:24 GMT *Roaring sky, Pigs might fly Bloody wine, Killing time Fleeting time, Yelling deadline Still life, Roaring sky,
Pigs might fly

Bloody wine,
Killing time

Fleeting time,
Yelling deadline

Still life,
Black and white

Around the bend,
Crammed brain

*****y life,
Itchy parasite

Dust and ashes,
No surprises

Dog tired,
Uninspired

Pathetic character,
Freak of nature

Poisoned chalice,
Apocalypse

Vertigo,
Just let go ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11149-Just-let-go https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10517-This-Life Wed, 09 Jun 2010 10:37:21 GMT *(i) This life is all about rising and falling, running through the terrains of surreal moments, and clinging on hopes and fears to face the... (i)

This life is all about rising and falling,
running through the terrains
of surreal moments, and clinging
on hopes and fears to face
the vicissitudes that leave traces,
and just like the scars, that creeps,
screams, revisit one's dreams,
and sometimes mesmerize
to gesticulate toward the labyrinth
of enigmatic and freakish dreams.

(ii)

Watching this life, burning too fast
to meet its end, like a burning string,
melting the wax of the candle.
Life seems like a playback of movies,
created by the God, projected on the silver screen.
What if we exist, but only inside the maze of dreams,
and what if the death is a plan of the God
just to wake the beings from their dreams?
]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10517-This-Life https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10516-Fire-amp-Ashes Wed, 09 Jun 2010 10:35:02 GMT (i)

It's not fair to restrain free birds
inside a cage who are supposed to be free,
as their wings yearn for a freedom,
and their restlessness plea
the passers-by to be eternally free.

Part not the inseparable soulmates into a pit of misery.
They are passionate lovers, and so young,
and so full of love, yet their souls are desperate,
and so scared of their boundaries, demarcated
by the rusted ideologies of the hypocrites.

Love as pristine it should be,
untouched and unspoiled by theologies,
unbiased to ethnicities,
and unharmed by the claws of society.

Shackle not their frolicsome innocence.
These exquisite buds aspire to sprout,
and yearn for a warm sunshine to radiate,
but their liveliness withers from the malicious
and contagious contemplation of society's maledictions.

The silence moans with her rising despair.
Tears are just unruly in her eyes,
and her gloom permeates into the atmosphere.
Then, a breeze sighs, and the door laments.

Her wailing makes a passionate plea to the ear of mulish society,
but their cruel intentions always repressed her innocence.
Now, she will not speak, nor she will complain.
Oh, can't you see how she is burning in her desperation?

Her lover, as he reminisces, feels so worthless and lame,
demeaned by the self-righteous swines, and with his watery eyes,
his anguish infuriates, and insinuates his mind
to inflict his own shattered existence.

His life is empty without her, and the vacuum remains,
but, he is now severely wounded, and how long can he battle
with the senseless fences that the phony society intrigued
in pride, flagrantly and inhumanely, to inflict their innocence?

A cold dagger shines restlessly in his shivering hand to chase
the screaming afflictions, and to cease the armageddon
that ends in sheer silence, bitter than anything,
when the oozing of blood colour the earth with crimson red,
that depicts nothing but a tragic ending of desperate love.

(ii)

The flames of fire are the claws
that devour the painless body.
Nothing remains in the end,
just the ashes, that drift astray...

(iii)

Between us
An uneasiness
For a long time

You cry for the thing
That I cannot give
I run, I hide

You linger
For the truth
I break the silence

Your emotional face
And your tearful voice
Urges me to swear

I cry within
You read my face
The cat is out of the bag at last

Bus arrived so soon
You wiped out the tears
But, they kept falling

I didn't like that crowded bus
No place for comfort
A tiring travel

The shedding tears
Blotted your eye shadows
You cried with a broken heart

I felt bad, so bad
You cried covering your face
Recalling the things said a while ago

So, I gave you
My shoulder to cry
To rest your burdened head

You loved sleeping
On my shoulder
I guessed so

You felt my heartbeats
I was at a loss for words sometimes
You listened to my every single word

I read your face
I hesitated to speak
The vehicle kept moving

You presented me the birthday gifts
Holding tears in your eyes
I captured that moment in my heart

You overwhelmed me
You had collected my poetry
You picked some of your favourites

Caravan of vehicles in front of us
The vehicle paused
Again a plenty of time to talk

The engine groaned
Still a sluggish pace of the bus
Our stations were still far

I made you cry
I calmed down your mind
I was a sinner and a sage

The vehicle stops
The road separates
I bid you goodbye

I whisper to you
Live for the moment
Who knows about tomorrows

(iv)

Life is woven by fragile strings.
The rising hopes crashed suddenly,
Muting their anticipations forever.

Stacks of pyres cover the lifeless body.
The pitiless flames of fire dance
In front of the watery eyes.

The smokes of the burning funeral pyres
Lift the weightless soul to the heaven,
Escorted by the silence of the end.

The dancing flames of fire die out,
Leaving an empty space, filled with ashes,
And the sign of undeniable and ultimate truth.

The ashes fly and scatter in the air,
And they embrace the holy river
To set an another voyage.

The imageries of reminiscences,
And the burns of hopelessness
Still echo in screaming silence. ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10516-Fire-amp-Ashes https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10394-Live-for-the-moment Fri, 14 May 2010 08:34:42 GMT (i)

Put on some colorful desires,
Like the decorative wallpapers,
Covering the fragile emotions,
On the tainted walls of heart.

Don't kill yourself every moment,
Striving for beautiful tomorrows,
As your real existence is fleeting,
Burning your life in front of you.

(ii)

Don't let the fears obscure
The ethereal moments,
And don't be a stranger
To the passing moments,
That are embracing your life,
As every moment disappear,
Like they never existed before,
Never to come back again.

(iii)

Don't run too fast
to reach too far

ignoring your desires
and longings of your heart

to isolate yourself
on the zenith of success

hoping you will get a chance
to give them a life again

and to let them spread
their wings to fly, tomorrow.

(iv)

don't let the uncertainties gloom the brief joys
that bloom like a flower and radiate for a while.

just live for the moment forgetting the attachments
of yesterdays and uncertainties of unseen tomorrows

to elude from the mist of bewilderments and shackles
of fears to feel your breathing to realize your awakening

as the life is so unpredicatable and too short to enjoy it... ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10394-Live-for-the-moment https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10382-Silent-tears Thu, 13 May 2010 02:16:40 GMT *You will not see the silent tears in my fiery eyes... So I let the tears run through the soft corner of my heart You will not see
the silent tears

in my fiery eyes...

So I let the tears run
through the soft corner

of my heart

instead. I let the tears
flood in the silence

of my loneliness

silently

in my weeping eyes... ]]> dibyendra https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10382-Silent-tears