Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

The Five Elements,
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Spirit
The body is composed of,
How to negate it,
...

You still selling the same old brand,
Mahua, handia,
Mahua-bloom or stale rice brew
Or the molasses-brewed deshi wine
...

How to make a portrait of hers
One who was from Bareilly,
But a hidden poet par excellence,
A law graduate
...

Are they movement people,
Civil rights movement men,
Are the things they are doing
Come under protest,
...

Had fireflies been not,
Would nights have been decorative,
Had they not flown with a glimmering,
Would nights have been bespangled?
...

The heroines from these states
Must be given a chance
In the film industry,
Why not to select from,
...

Songs of Rama: A Journey of The Self, A Song of The Soul


I do not know it nor can I say why have I called these poems to be put before as Songs of Rama: A Journey of The Self, A Song of The Soul and what is that makes them readable and if your want to read them, you may or otherwise leave them as I have written them in the memory of my youngest brother who was no doubt a promising martial artist who lapsed in addiction and depression as for in the absence of opportunities and I used to serve him, but the path of life for him had been very zigzagged and painful, recovering and recuperating and finally losing the battle of life. He used to try to climb up the thick rope hanging from the banyan tree in the highland area and used to run on the river bed, sparring, running for miles, lifting weights, doing asanas, pranayams, sit-ups, jogging, as such was his practice, but God willed it otherwise and he died away living a miserable death under neglect and poverty. None supported us too. Neither the relatives nor the officials, everyone exploited our cultural refinement and meek nature, scholarship and property as we had not been hard. He was the fellow who used to accompany me up to the brook, the crematorium, the cemetery, the hills, the woods and solitary landscapes as for to help me in the writing of poems. Honesty too pays it not always, neither simplicity nor high thinking. Our diary firms used to run in losses and the pure milk takers used to befool us. Tears welled up into the eyes when I had been writing the text of it as it did in writing Bapu, Asthi-Kalasha and Pinda-Dana.
...

The glow worms,
Where do they come from,
Where do they go away?
And what about the light?
...

And smiled I
And with it
Clicked he the camera
To catch it within
...

Tagore in search of light,
Knowledge,
Realization,
Self-light,
...