Bijay 29 June 2020
There is a special pleasure of searching the unsearched, bringing the hidden geniuses and talents to fore and none but who does the talent search, talent hunt can feel it before the flowers scatter away. Who has got which genius how to say it?
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Bijay 24 June 2020
For Anybody Whom You Love So Deeply You came and gifted a bouquet of rajanigadha sticks I still remember it your sweet coming and gifting of them but you yourself not now nowhere to be traced. Even if purchase I the sticks memories drench them with the tears falling from the eyes. (For my brothers, the flowers of sweet memories)
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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 April 2020
Bijay Kant Dubey is an excellent and very talented poet who loves to express truth and his perception about nature and society. His many poems are research oriented. He has deep observation. Readers love to read his poems. This is the time to congratulate poet Bijay Kant Dubey #486 on top 500 poets of the world (As per the World Poetry Database Information, Today's Rank) . We wish him all the best for his literary perseverance.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 11 October 2019
As a poet I am anti-Muslim, anti-Catholic, anti-Brahminical though a Brahmin I closer to Buddhism, Janinism, Zoroastrianism, Yezidism, Sufism and Judaism and even not, a skeptic, an atheist, a blasphemer living in a godless universe, but pietistic and puristic too at the same time.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 30 July 2019
Sometimes I think it that the Brahmins are the most badmash people as their pontifical attitude, hypocritical stance and issuance of boycotts. They are the most conservative and orthodox people. Some foolish and rustic Brahmins can be held responsible directly for Dalitism, the extermination of the Dalits.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 30 July 2019
What does the word Dalit mean it? Those who are oppressed, suppressed and exploited and subjected to inhuman treatment, the weaker sections of society languishing in poverty, underdevelopment and illiteracy. But it does not mean it at all that they will be hated for their menial labour. People look them with utter disgust, scorn and hatred.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 28 July 2019
I am not a poet. My poetry is just to read and pass over to and to forget.
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Prabir Gayen 17 February 2019
BIJAY KANT DUBEY.....a talented poet...
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DJ BIJAY 30 November 2018
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Kamlesh kumar prajapati 06 August 2018
Ofear litter
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Bijay Kant Dubey 28 March 2016
Contemporary Indian English poetry is perhaps a misnomer as because there is nothing as Indian English which exists as a feeder dialect of British English spoken and practised and even it is, it exits as a colonial hang-over and a link language; a library-consulting one. There is nothing as Indian English; a variety of English. There were no poets and poetesses originally as all used to write in imitation and a few which came they, those were perhaps under the influences of the Christian contact. The post-fifties too were not so fruitful in the sense as the versifiers, poetasters, rhymers and taggers started to contribute in and many turned famous as for their first poems and first collections of poems. Today many are calling themselves English poets and poetesses and that too after editing literary journals which but pains us and it is in utter violation of morality and ethics. The smaller editors ask to review their slender books and pressurize for including in Ph.D. theses.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 15 September 2015
Dear Dr. Dubey Indian English poet, Indian English poetry, and Indian English criticism -all get their deserved due from the poet's fair pen. There are poems on sundry subjects but his fecund imagination makes them interesting. In 'Confessional Poetry', the modern woman comes under scrutiny for her relationship stories. Then follows very fine division of poetry. In 'Value/What After Me? ', the poet conjectures about his departure from the scene of life. He ruminates about maya which manifests it self in worldly relations and worldly objects. 'Will The World End Soon? ' Voices your consternation about the inevitable end of this world which is perhaps at hand. 'Marrying For The Second Time' hints at the gnawing guilt of the middle-aged man who is torn between his love for his youthful second wife and his neglected moral duty towards his ''son and the daughter/ from his first wife''. In 'Life', the poet looks at the balance sheet of his gains and losses without complaining about the net out come. In 'Mr. Drunkard' the poet advises him to occasionally take wine but not let wine take him. He recommends sipping but not gulping. He is also for a standard wine and not the hooch. In 'Daddy', the lovely daughter pines for her daddy. 'Om' acts as matra for searching of the self and also losing of the self. The poem, 'What Is I? ' is a courageous argument celebrating the indivisible and inalienable unison of god and man. 'Kali The Dark Divine' is praised for being the cosmic mother. In, 'In A Godless Universe', the poet turns an atheist. He complains and laments: How lonely am I, / In a godless universe! I would like to suggest to the poet that loneliness may generate both godliness as well as godlessness. It is for us to make our choice. With warm regards Dr. Vijay Vishal
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Bijay Kant Dubey 15 September 2015
About the poem It Is Not Me, But The Earth So Important, Vijay Vishal remarked: Nobility writ large in each and every word!
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Bijay Kant Dubey 15 September 2015
Commenting about the poem It Is Not Me, But The Earth So Important, Vijay Vishal remarked: Nobility writ large in each and every word! - -Vijay Vishal
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Bijay Kant Dubey 13 September 2015
Your article on Adil Jussawalla The Missing Man of Indian English Poetry is a storehouse of information on the journalist poet who had been absent for so long which but many know it not and many will benefit from. I think nobody has written. it is such a great piece of criticism, laying it bare many an aspect of modern poetry, not known to us, lying hidden from us. That is why I am telephoning you at half past twelve of the midnight. I liked it very much and wonder how you could have. You language is very beautiful; you have a command over line and length. I could not edit; drop a single line from your paper. Such is the charm of your writing. Spell-bound by your powerful language, I finished your reading and as such had been the impact that I thought of contacting you personally. It has given so much ideas, thoughts and views and feel benefited from. Why do you keep yourself in hide when many expose themselves today? The mediocre writers are in light today, but you are so shy of and covert; an introvert personality, but when there is quality in you, why not to show it? Your humility is is your property which many have failed ti understand it. This is not a constraint but an asset. The Dark Daughter is a landmark of your literary activity; the lighthouse of your poetry, whose mythical texture many may not understand it so easily. It is the beauty of your poetry. - - P.K.Majumder
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Bijay Kant Dubey 21 July 2015
I cannot call myself a poet, I can just say, I too write, but cannot myself a poet, as because I know it, I am not, nor have I been able to do it.
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Bijay Kant Dubey 28 June 2015
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
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Bijay Kant Dubey 19 June 2015
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, John Professor John Thieme School of Literature, Drama and Creative Writing University of East Anglia UK
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Bijay Kant Dubey 10 June 2015
(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
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Bijay Kant Dubey 14 May 2015
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.
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