Bijay Kant Dubey Dream Poems

Flowers of love,
Dream flowers of love,
You see them with
Sympathy and affection.
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A dream girl want I
To see the dreams of life together with,
Dream girl, dream girl,
A portrait of an artist,
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Burqawalli, you are my love,
You are my dream,
Wherever go you follow I
From behind,
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Narendra Modi,
How sober and grave
Does he look to, appear to be,
Narendra Modi,
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Is she…?
Is she a girl or a dream?
Fancy or imagination?
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Burquawalli, you are my dream,
You are my song,
You are love.
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I used to think that one day Bobby would come,
The bobbed-haired girl
With the golden hair glistening
Would be my love
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Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi,
See, see it, what have I brought for you?

For you I can even pluck the stars to give to you,
Just say you.
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Bombay is not what it had been in the past,
A small bristling town to a mega city,
The journey from,
But today everything sells there.
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Abstract: Little magazines and their little-little editors Little men’s little magazines Poetasters, rhymers, commoners and non-poets as poets and poetesses Poets and poetesses as bluff-masters and mistresses Self-praise is no praise, as goes the adage Poetry not in mutual admiration The small editor a poet and the fellow reviewers and subscribers admiring, even university readers and the meritless poetry the topic discussion and the teacher applying in the reader-responses theory

The bluff-masters of Indian English poetry talk I, think I about,
Those who had not to be poets and poetesses are,
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Dream-girl, Dream-girl,
Dream-girl,
Where do you live you,
Where do you,
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Had I been a photographer,
I would have clicked the photos of yours,
Your beautiful poses,
You just sit before me
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Rajanigandha,
Since the day I saw you
Under the milky white,
Starry skies,
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I have seen a girl on the Facebook
Whom like I her very much,
Love I,
Shall not tell her name,
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Dream girl, dream girl, dream girl,
Coming into dreams,
Coming and vanishing away,
Dream, dream girl,
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The blackly ash-coloured, mountainous wild elephants
Roaming the forest-tract
Offering wild blooms
And water sipped in
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Poetry as inscriptions, stone carvings,
Terracotta images,
Sculptures and figurines,
Art and artifacts,
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Vikramshila
The ancient vihara, vihara not
Mahavihara,
The Buddhist university,
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Came she with a pack of rajanigandha sticks
Into the hands of hers
Into the dream of mine
And giving it to
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Those who do not know Salman Rushdie must know it
He is the golden boy
Of dream, allegory and the narrative technique,
Comics is his chief property
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An adolescent boy he heard them saying
You dress well,
Changing shirts and pants
With the watch, the belt and the goggles,
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When will,
When will my dream girl,
Dream girl
Come to,
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Dream, dream,
Dream you,
But not about
Your rendezvous with girls,
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When will the girl of my dreams come to,
My girl of dreams,
I am waiting for,
Waiting for her restlessly,
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Hers is an American dream,
But mine is an Indian dream
As live I with an Indian wife,
Had I an American wife,
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I talk to the flowers, dream with them,
Think and go
Talking and dreaming,
Living in a world of fairies,
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The girl of the sweet dreams,
My dreamgirl, your dreamgirl,
Coming into the dreams,
Visiting us often,
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