Bijay Kant Dubey

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  • ''Love me, I shall love you.''
    Exchange of sympathies
  • ''Before you go away, tell me your name?''
  • ''I am not only talented, you are also but.''
    Search of Talent
  • ''God loves me, loves you too.''
    The love of God
  • ''Wild flowers too have beauties priceless, ravishing and rarer.''
    Should have the yes to see
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  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (6/28/2015 2:43:00 AM)

    Addressing Bijay Kant Dubey

    He is a rare scholar of India which India is unaware of and has failed to know as well his undisputed genius and talent that he has, so richly deserves it.
    - - Udai Kant Dubey (Matric during British period in 1942, M.A. in English and History during the fifties) , Retd. Headmaster

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (6/19/2015 12:20:00 PM)

    Dear Bijay Kant Dubey,

    Thank you for sending your poems. It was very kind of you. I enjoyed 'My English, Sir' with its gentle irony best. Possibly it could be further strengthened by adding a phrase or two from one or more of the various Indian Englishes - to add colour. Just a thought! And one small detail: it would probably be appropriate to substitute Rhodesian with Zimbabwean.

    With best wishes,


    Professor John Thieme
    School of Literature, Drama and Creative Writing
    University of East Anglia

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (6/10/2015 10:57:00 PM)

    (For the collection The Dark Daughter)

    Dear Bijay Kant Dubey,

    Thank you for sending your poems. You're very kind. I've sampled a couple and will look forward to reading more.

    Best wishes,

    John Thieme

    Professor John Thieme
    School of Literature, Drama and Creative Writing
    University of East Anglia

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (5/14/2015 10:44:00 AM)

    It is very difficult to say how poetry serves humanity as because the rift between faith and doubt makes me cast aspersions with regard to it and its claim and it places me in a conflicting position to feel it raked by the split, should I write or not, should I turn to poetry for consolation or not? What is poetry? What can it give to mankind? Does the mathematician know lesser than? Is he not a poet of mathematics? Science or art, which one is more significant? If the one is based on fact-finding reason and logic, the second purely on raw emotions and feelings flowing as silent tears falling down. But in addition to science and life-saving drugs, poetry too is important. If not, one will turn into a Midas, failing to recognize his own girl. Poetry is poetry, what take you for, what take I to. Poetry is the criticism of life; poetry is aesthetic pleasure. Poetry is romanticism; poetry classicism. Poetry is life, seen, observed and drawn from. The poet just borrows from other sources. If you see the limestone powder and small brick made centuries old small-small temples with the terracotta plates, will you not like to paint in words? A painter will through sketches and art-pieces. An embroiderer will through handicraft works. A classical dancer in the pose of welcoming with the folded hands too is poetical if you seek to transform it in poetry. It is good to write poetry, but to be much emotional makes it neurotic. It is also a fact that poetry spoils career as because a poet can never be accurate. If you ask him something, he will answer you different. Just a few words of sympathy, bonding and love want we; just a few words of affection want to sweeten us in this age of broken livings.
    Why do you write poetry, is but a straightforward question and I think what should I answer in reply to it? I write for self-satisfaction or fame. It is better if I confess the things. After reading Keats, Eliot, Arnold, Whitman and others, I got intoxicated with and started writing poetry seriously. The desire of being Keats and Wordsworth took me over and I started loving man, beasts and Nature, roaming into the wilds and the bushes, sitting in the groves and hearing madrigals. I used to write poems atop the hills, on the rocks of the hilly brook flowing in between the hills, on the river-bed. Sometimes tried to write while riding the buffalo into the fields; sometimes by the marble tombstones of the British cemetery reading epitaphs and inscriptions. Sometimes in the absence of the servants, I used to graze buffaloes and cows of my farm and used to read into the hilly tract sitting in the groves. My classical base I have got it from Jayasi, Rashkhan, Surdas, Kabir, Tulsi, Mira and so on. My romanticism I have from my vagabond living. The desire of being a lover disturbed me and disturbed her too, as I am an ismic Indian lover, not a frank foreigner. The poet as a lover of man is okay, but the poet as a romantic lover is devastating. My beards grew up in memoriam and I turned into a lover. Frustration hung heavy and took its toll and I switched over to philosophy for consolation. Poverty and hardships taught me otherwise and to overcome them something sustained me even in adverse situations of life.
    I do not know and feel bewildered as what to say with regard to the change poetry has undergone or not. Nothing is what it seems to be and what it seems to be is nothing, is the thing to put in this context. What to say to you and how to say to you? I am a small man; a small poet. A little I know; a little I can sense about. Poetry is poetry, what it was, what it is and what it will be in the times to come. The shapes of the things will change, but the thing will remain the same. Poetry is for you, poetry for me too. My love of poetry I have drawn it from my study of Indology and Oriental studies. I have learnt a lot from Sanskrit and Hindi poets; my love of art and architecture, archaeology and archival studies, museumology and folklore. The modern Hindi poets Jayshankar Prasad, Maihilisharan Gupta, Ramdharisingh Dinkar and Suryakant Tripathy Nirala have definitely enriched me. Poetry is one of the fine arts. A poem to me is an anecdote, a narrative, a dramatic monologue, a soliloquy, a dialogue, a chit-chat, a conversation, a review, a piece of criticism. A poem may can contain in biographical or autobiographical bits. The autobiography of Khushwant Singh too is a pseudo account of his life as because one cannot tell the whole truths of life. Something one censures it before presenting barely.One may definitely choose Annapurna Devi who was more talented than Pt.Ravi Shankar whom the world knows as a great sitarist. The pains of Kadambari Devi the world could not which but came to know only Tagore, but in the heart of hearts was she the source of inspiration for him. Maharshi Aurobindo too had been a married fellow, but what would it have passed over his wife? You just think about it psychologically. There is nothing as modernism, post-modernism and the sense of being modernistic, it all depends on the way and manner of taking; the life-style and thought-pattern of your living. The rural space is different from the urban one and the difference lies it here in the fact that most of our poets are modern poets, the Eliotesque hollow men.

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (4/26/2015 11:11:00 AM)

    Your knowledge of English poetry right from the beginnings to Auden the last great poet of contemporary times is very much sound and you have not spared anyone in reading to full. I wonder you know so much of English poetry and British English. It appears strange to me. Nothing is unknown or hidden from you. You are a storehouse of ideas and information; world literature in English. Your idea is wonderful, wonderful indeed. I am waiting for your article on Adil Jussawalla, the Parsi poet for the journal.
    At present I am reading your poems sent to me for inclusion in the book. These are very good poems and have engaged me too as I could not leave them out. I have got the interest in them and do derive from them. As a serious reader, I went on reding and re-reading, going into the lines and my reading of yours is almost complete. Now I have got the idea, you are a writer of thematics. What I have found in you that is not in others. Your knowledge of literature is very vast and profound. You are a good reader and a good critic, but have kept in hiding, as you very shy of. I read your poems about Indian English, Burquawalli, The Dark Daughter, Rustic Love and The Gallery of Portraits and enjoyed them so much. I loved and liked to read and re-read them.
    Your paper on Nagamandala written years ago and destroyed, as I came to know, you try to recapture the ideas and thoughts expressed on for to be published in my next issue of the journal. I have read almost all the contemporary poets sometimes bringing monotony to the editor. But yours is an innovative idea and description. Your ideas and themes vary from widely and are enriching too. You are different from all of these poets. These poems have fascinated me; impressed me much. I am really very much impressed with your poems. I am reading them again before to be sent to press. I have not found anyone of your stature and level. Your idea of going to foreign and bringing a foreigner wife makes me laugh, which the rustic wife rebuffs and contradicts it after marking the protagonist lost into the studies deeply, threatening to burn his thesis papers. The haikus on the dark daughter and darkness theme, the gallery of poets are very thoughtful indeed. The pages have gone up to in maximum, but I could not curtail and exclude. Your language is very beautiful; your idea is different from others. Your sentence-construction is very powerful. Yours is a different concept; different idea which I do not see in others. Yours is a different style; an innovation in idea. You think in a very new way and differ widely from others. You are very novel in your thoughts and ideas.
    Kalpurusha, The Palash Tree, The Poor Daughter of India, are the small poems. Why Does He Read So Much? , Enquired She About Curiously is a long poem like the one on Burquawalli. A Gallery of Portraits and Haikus are of the same genre. I admire you and appreciate the works carried out. I read the poem ‘O Palar River, Vellore, Tell Me About Deaths Away From! ’. ‘What Have I To Society? What Have I To Family? (After Marking The Little Girl) ’ too is a very good poem. Now you may feel it what sort of reader am I! How have I read you! I have at least got at the point. I too can sense many a thing of good poetry. It is a matter of taste.
    I am not a learned man, but I am a good reader of yours, you know it well the editor too is a reader. I have read almost all of your poems and I could not sort them out to be left out as for space and pages within my forthcoming anthology of contemporary poetry. I really get benefited from you.
    - - Pronab Kumar Majumder 27.4.2015

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (4/25/2015 10:51:00 AM)

    What to say about myself as I have never bothered to showcase as they forbade me to do, hindered and restricted from, but instead of that you are giving me a chance for which I am highly thankful to you? I did my Hons and Post-graduation in English, History and Political Science one by one. I have not got the coverage I should have. The critics and poets, professors and scholars in India have definitely done their best to suppress me which is talent in your terminology, but such a devastating attempt has failed to contain in. Though after having written so many volumes of poems, I feel undeterred. Even four to five thousand poems are on the internet or some more, I cannot say if they deserve to be studied or not, which but you yourself will say it.
    My Ph.D. work is on D.H.Lawrence whose fiction I have gone through to delve deep into the layers of consciousness. Apart from, I have worked for so long on the history of Indian English poetry and some individual poets. Many of my manuscripts lie in ruins, eaten by the termites. It is not a bluff, but a truth as I have been writing poetry since 1986 seriously and there are no takers or buyers of my poetry. Adil Jussawalla had been the first to publish my poems in the famous magazine, Debonair, published from Bombay in 1989 April. There are post-cards, envelopes and inland letter cards from so many critics and writers, but they include me not in their works of assessment. I myself am an expert on the poetry of Jayanta Mahapatra, Keki N.Daruwalla and others, but just the university professors of India are adjudicating the theses on the esteemed poets.
    In India I have not got anything nor do I expect from even after years of writing. My poor destiny I know it well. I joined a college in 1996 and was promoted to the rank of the reader in 2005. Now may be I principal of a general college and what to say it more? First, see my poems on the internet then try to read my unpublished manuscripts of epical poems or fragments. Thank you!

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (4/12/2015 11:26:00 AM)

    Your language and word are very powerful, aptly and deftly used. Why do you keep yourself in the hide? As you have said, I am waiting for your paper on Adil Jussawalla which I want to use in my journal. You may also on the literary column of Khushwant Singh. Many steal the matters from you, but acknowledge it not, which is not plagiarism, but literary theft.
    - -Pronab Kumar Majumder

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (4/12/2015 2:22:00 AM)

    Asthi-Kalasha is your significant work. You wrote it after the demise of your mother as I remember. It is still in my memory as I recall. I have not forgotten. It is my obsession with the work I like.
    - -Pronab Kumar Majumder, Retd. Special Secretary & Editor

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (4/8/2015 10:54:00 PM)

    My Resume (Autobiographical Bits)
    Bijay Kant Dubey (11.10.1965- )

    Bijay Kant Dubey who was born in erstwhile undivided Bihar at Lohardih village by the banks of the river Ajay, under Sarwan post-office of Deoghar sub-division of Santhal Parganas, Dumka district. As his father had been posted at Dumka proper, so he finished his schooling and college education from there. Dubey after having done M.A. in English in 1988, he took to the Master’s programme in History and Political Science. In 1993 he submitted his Ph.D. thesis on D.H.Lawrence: His Personality & Works leading to the award of the degree in 1994 finally from Bhagalpur University. After passing the days in trouble, sitting jobless and unemployed for almost eight years, he got his appointment finally through the West Bengal College Service Commission, Calcutta in 1996 as Lecturer in English at Chandrakona Vidyasagar Mahavidyalaya, Chandrakona Town, Paschim Medinipur, West Bengal. Since 2005 he worked as Reader in English and thereafter as the name of the designation changed, he was re-designated as Associate Professor in English after twelve years’ span of working. He taught the M.Phil. students and set the questions for different central and distance mode universities leading to the award of the degree to more than fifteen scholars. Apart from, he worked as Co-ordinator of Netaji Subhas Open University Chandrakona Vidyasagar Mahavidyalaya Study Centre and Counsellor for U.G. and P.G. courses in English. His books lie in catalogued in different National Libraries of India.
    Worked as Head of Deptt.of English and as Teacher-in-Charge (Acting Principal) since 1.6.2014 at Chandrakona Vidyasagar Mahavidyalaya
    Empanelled Principal from the West Bengal College Service Commission for the same college on 25.3.2015
    Poems published in Debonair (Bombay) , Bridge-in-Making (Kolkata) , Samvedana (Mangalore) , Poetcrit (Maranda) , Metverse (Vishakhapatnam) , The Quest (Ranchi)
    Articles published in Bridge-in-Making (Calcutta) , Canopy (Bareilly) , The Indian Book Chronicle (Jaipur) , Poet (Madras) , Metverse Muse (Vishakhapatnam) , Kavita India (Muzaffarpur)
    Letters from Adil Jussawalla, Nissim Ezekiel, Jayanta Mahapatra, Keki N.Daruwalla, Dilip Chitre, Lakhan Mehrotra, M.K.Naik, Khushwant Singh, Krishna Srinivas, Shirish V.Chindhade, Prema Nandakumar, C.V.Venugopal, S.Krishna Bhatt, Baldev Mirza, I.H.Rizvi, I.K.Sharma, D.H.Kabadi, Simanchal Patnaik, Narenderpal Singh, K.N.Sharma, M.N.Sharma, Walter Tonetto, Norman Simms, K.S.Ramamkrishan Rao, G.S.Balarama Gupta, C.M.Mohan Rao, etc.
    His poems can be found on PoemHunter.Com,, PoemsClub.Com, Moon Towncafe.Com, Boloji.Com, the Facebook, the Twitter and so on. On the Hunter Poem. Com, he got the titles as Freshman, Bronze Star, Gold Star, Popular Poet and on Poetry.Com he figures as Legendary Poet, Critic, Fan Favourite, Published Poet, Poetry Promoter, Poet’s Friend after being called Published, Most Published, Distinguished, Most Distinguished and so on. On PoemsClub.Com, his poems appear as, Most Bijay Kant Dubey beautiful poems. Even Prof. Satish Gupta and Poetess Anna Sujatha Mathai have admired his poems on the Facebook.
    A few pages as quotes from How Far Indian Is Indian English Poetry? figure in H.S.Bhatia’s U.G.C. NET/ SLET Guide for English Literature, published from Ramesh Publishing house, New Delhi
    Mr.Dubey did his researches without any grant or aid from the U.G.C., from his own pocket. While doing the research, at Dumka he was not even allowed to teach as a part-time teacher just for the conveyance allowance. Poetry had been his craze; his lust, which he could not discern it.
    Many of the poets and professors derived and drew from his books, but never acknowledged it in their critical studies. He was the first to suggest M.Phils. on Hazara Singh, Pronab Kumar Majumder, Simanchal Patnaik, Kulwant Singh Gill, Stephen Gill and others in his research methodology work.
    Again while posted at, the terracotta temples of Chandrakona drew him close for a scrutiny and observation.
    He has brought out monographs on the poetry of Jayanta Mahapatra, Nissim Ezekiel, Keki N.Daruwalla, Adil Jussawalla and Khushwant Singh. The ranges of his papers and articles take up the poetry of P.C.Katoch, Pronab Kumar Majumder, Sarbeswar Samal, Hazara Singh, Kulwant Singh Gill, Amar Nath Dwivedi, Suresh Chandra Dwivedi, Maha Nand Sharma, Kedar Nath Sharma, Dwarakanath H.Kabadi, Narenderpal Singh, Baldev Mirza, Shiela Gujral, Krishna Srinivas, Simanchal Patnaik, M.K.Naik, Vijay Vishal, O.N.Gupta, O.P.Bhatnagar, I.H.Rizvi, T.V.reddy, K.V.Venkatarmana, P.K.Joy, Niranjan Mishra, A.A.Sinha, V.S.Skand Prasad, Charu Sheel Singh and so on.

    “Never did I like to read in schools and colleges, just at home I used to do my self-study, which was but a cottage. The house was like a temple for me; the library his reading room. From Class VII to Ph.D., I used to milk the cows and buffaloes of my dairy farm which never gave so much so money, as the servants kept moving away with and the customers cleverer enough to give the whole money after having taken milk paying, just the half of the money to be paid. So, the dairy farm used to run in losses, somehow we used to maintain and manage it without so much loss or gain, just struggling to survive at the district headquarters. Away from the place of the father’s posting, was the small hamlet by the banks of the Ajay river, seventy kilometres away from, but never did it come the crops from the farmlands for which the relatives kept mum, maintaining long silence as for giving the price.
    In the school of maya, read I; learnt I what it is maya, attachment and sympathy, human love and bonding, which but I could not resist it, as my aunt was a child widow who reared me up, fostered as her son, just like the Yasoda of Krishna.
    Even before my posting in West Bengal, they cancelled my application for being a part-timer at Dumka just fifteen days before in one co-educational college while the other lady teacher-in-charge of a different institution told me that I was a gent teacher, so how to appoint in a women’s college? Even in Christian schools, I was not taken or engaged.
    The critics of India just tried to sidetrack and sideline me, but they could not. My poor destiny is in my hands and I keep exploring the prospects and possibilities even though angst and bewilderment, pessimism and frustration pull me behind, even though existential things draw me back to the brink of nothingness. “Who am I? ” is the question which none has come to answer me so far and none will perhaps.
    The Dark Daughter is my love, a poem of some mythical context and reflection, historical, archival, sculptural, mythical and mystical, imagistic, linguistic and symbolical. Addressing the sculptures and figurines decorating the outer walls of the temples or entrances, the poem has been written.”

    The Ferryman (Songs of Soul) - -1988
    My Selected Poems- -2001
    My Collected Poems- -2001
    My Father- -2001
    My Love Poems- -2001
    My Bengali Wife- -2002
    Chandramukhi- -2002
    The Fall of Bamiyan Buddhas & Other Poems- -2002
    Mother Kali- -2002
    Cheery Verses- -2004
    Take Them Lightly, Not Seriously- -2004
    My Sensical Or Nonsensical Poems- -2004
    In The Jurassic Park & Other Poems (The Fossiled Love) - -2004
    My Comical Poems- -2005
    A Collage of Verses- -2008
    A Pamphlet of Poetry- -2012
    The Rhythm of Speech, The Rhythm of Life- -2012
    The Third In Number- -2012
    A Statement of Poetry- -2013
    Winged Words- -2013
    A Document of Poetry- -2013
    The Dark Daughter- -2013
    A Poetical Text- -2013

    After the demise of his father, he wrote down My Father as an in memoriam in resonance of memories and reflections, which is Tennysonian and Arnoldian. But after the death of his mother he came down heavily with his outpourings materializing in Asthi-Kalasha and Pinda-Dana, two poetical series of the metaphysical and elegiac strain, running into several volumes and texts and treatises as The Dark Daughter is and its subsequent volumes.
    As a poet, he definitely owes his allegiance to British and Indian poetry, mainly John Keats, William Wordsworth, T.S.Eliot, Matthew Arnold, Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Milton are major influences hanging over the mind and poetic space of the poet. Together with it, one cannot negate from mentioning Robert Herrick, John Donne, Spenser, Gray, Pope, Whitman, Auden, Masefield, Mare, Lawrence, Bridges, Lear and so on. The first poem which he wrote in 1986 had been one like a parody of The Hollow Men to be sent to The Telegraph.
    While doing his Ph.D. on Lawrence, he studied abnormal psychology to relate to the internal, behavioural and psychic complexities arising out of the study of the fictionist. As a result of that, three books came in handy. Out of the three, one is on the fiction while the other on the miscellaneous prose works, essays, articles, reviews, letter, literary tidbits and poems.
    The Temples of Chandrakona (A Study In Historical Legacy) is just an album of photos, of the historical and terracotta temples of the old town.

    How Far Indian Is Indian English Poetry? - -2001
    Interviews With Some Indian English Poets- -2002
    D.H.Lawrence: His Personality And Works- -2002
    Nissim Ezekiel: His Mind & Art (A Poet In The Making) - -2005
    A Survey of Indian English Poetry From The Raj Days To The Present Times- -2007
    Literary Letters (Post-cards of Criticism) Vol. I- -2008
    Literary Letters (Post cards From Litterateurs) Vol. II- -2008
    A Study of Indian English Poetry: Probable Researches, Synoptic Analyses And Others- -2008
    Shorter Literary Essays On Poetry And Random Reflections- -2009
    A Short History of Indian English Poetry (A Brochure) - -2009
    Jayanta Mahapatra The Man And The Poet- -2009
    Jayanta Mahapatra: A Study In Mythical Framework And Structure- -2010
    Keki N.Daruwalla: A Study of His Poetry- -2011
    A Linguistic Study of Jayanta Mahapatra’s Poetry- -2012
    The Missing Man: A Study In Adil Jussawalla As A Poet- -2012
    The Poet of Orissa: A Study In Jayanta Mahapatra’s Poetry- -2012
    Jayanta Mahapatra: His Mind & Art- -2012
    The Temples of Chandrakona (A Study In Historical Legacy) - -2012
    Indian English Poetry: A Critical Study- -2013

    The list of the books does not exhaust here as there are more to his credit.

  • Gold Star - 9,756 Points Bijay Kant Dubey (11/17/2014 12:02:00 PM)

    You are a humorist, that is why I like to share with you. I like your humours and these keep me in good spirits. I feel refreshed when I talk to you. Your poem on Khoka reminds me personally of my own members. Such a character is readily available and we feel entertained after finding similarities. It is amusing indeed. The poem on the Alsatian dog and the Indian English poet too is a very amusing one. You are a poet of a vaster range and acquaintance. Your world is very vast. You have miles and miles to go which I shall not live to see and I am sure you will not need anyone’s support. You will go on your own. I am presently working on a sequel to Rimi. The book Rimi: An Endless Poetry is the work.
    Your article on contemporary Indian English poetry is the lead article. It is not only the history of English poetry in India, but of Indian history, art, culture, society, manner, trend and tradition, a juxtaposition of both. I do not know anyone who knows more in India nor have I met anyone of such a merit. Why do you keep in hiding? Come to light. Why are so shy and latent? None could ever write before; none has even now. I do not see anyone of your merit and personality though I know many of the reputed poets of India. How could you know about so many titles, books and authors? Indian English poetry made a start before the evolution of the modern languages, but failed to develop. Your article is a history of the whole body of poetry right from the first quarter of the nineteenth century to the present times literally not, but culturally and traditionally. How do you know so much of that? You are so immaculate and miraculous too. It is amazing, amazing to know you. It is a wonderful article and it contains in many things of the past and present. You are a very powerful writer of verse.
    - - Pronab Kumar Majumder, Editor, Bridge-in-Making, Lake Town, Kolkata,17.11.2014

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The Song From The Heart

In a very sweet and sonorous voice, sing you, say you,
Said she the girl in a golden and nasal sound of her own,

Do you love me? Do you love me?
The voice coming from the heart and its deep within
Yes, I love you, I love you,
Came the answer reverberating from the other side.

Sing it again, ladies and gentlemen, said the announcer,
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Yes, I love you, I love you.

Do you love me? Yes, I love you.
Do you love me? Yes, I love you,
The beloved went on asking in a very singsong voice of her own
And the ...

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