avatarKallol Mazumdar

Summary

The web content presents a poetic reflection on the struggle of overcoming self-imposed limitations and societal expectations, while grappling with deep personal emotions and the complexities of life's journey.

Abstract

The website features an evocative piece of rebel poetry titled "Bleeding and fuming," which delves into the themes of inner turmoil, resilience, and the fight against the constraints of societal norms. It uses vivid imagery to explore the unyielding spirit of an individual, likened to a mighty dragon, amidst the challenges and sorrows of life. The poem reflects on the pain of unacknowledged struggles and the facade of normalcy in the face of adversity. It touches upon the societal pressures placed on individuals, particularly women, and the internal battles that rage despite external appearances. The author also makes a personal appeal for support, inviting readers to contribute to their work, and provides links to additional writings for those interested in further exploration of their poetic narratives.

Opinions

  • The author conveys a strong sense of defiance against the limitations society places on individuals, emphasizing the indomitable nature of the human spirit.
  • There is an underlying critique of gender roles and expectations, as the poem suggests the societal pressure on women to conform to traditional roles and behaviors.
  • The poem suggests that personal growth and evolution come at a cost, and not all aspects of this journey are positive or easy.
  • The author expresses a desire for understanding and support from readers, indicating the importance of community and external validation in the pursuit of creative endeavors.
  • The imagery used in the poem evokes a sense of raw emotion and the hidden battles individuals face, which may not be immediately apparent to others.

Rebel Poetry

Bleeding and fuming

Of all limits that I bestow upon myself, they cannot tame my mighty dragon

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The sorrows as usual were met with empty calls, the giant falls did not seem giant at times, for it was ego and wrath that ruled the unruly frontiers of men. Men are not like hens laying eggs, one after another, as they steal what other lays, in many ways, after the rays of the sun, graces your gaze.

In this shield of strength and rugged sheen, no one can understand your sorrows which are green. The fins lay cut loose wounding your scales, no one derails the thought like the veiled love in silence does. It blows you bit by bit after you are fully blown, grown and woven as the evolution is happening, timid and tasteless, but feisty and harmless. It comes with a price, not everything is hunky dory in no man’s land.

People say to move hand in hand, birth to your child before work, in chaos stay stable, and be the devout wife of a regal husband. In the roadside band, we play subtle songs, and the context defiles the wrongs. Lets you stay even if you are beaten black and blue, with a startling green and yellow face. Being dazzled and eerily confused. The world is a place with people who have demons infused. For if I was bleeding I would for sure be fuming, just as now gazing at the corpse of the deceased demon with hands red and face green.

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