Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

601. She Is Sobbing And In Tears And You Doing Ta-Ta, Bye-Bye 10/25/2013
602. The Poets Are Coming, Let Me Escape, My God, I Mean The Mad House People 10/25/2013
603. You Are Yourself A Red Rose 10/25/2013
604. Burquawalli, Couldn'T You Recognize Me? 10/25/2013
605. Suppose That If I Have To Do Quawwalli In My Lungi In Cold Countries 10/25/2013
606. Today's Is A World Of Rhymers & Poetasters Writing Rhymed Doggerels 10/26/2013
607. I Am Bijay Kant Dubey 10/26/2013
608. My Son, You Always Keep A Low Profile (Poetry Not In Draws And Awards) 10/26/2013
609. Do You Have Anytime To Think Of Your Sister? You Give To Her 10/27/2013
610. Read The Book Of My Life (The Autobiography Of A Burquawalli) 10/29/2013
611. An India Of The Mud-Houses And The Solitary Country 10/12/2013
612. O Fox, Are You Left Alone When All Have Gone Extinct! 11/1/2013
613. Without Praying To The Dark Goddess 11/2/2013
614. The Dark Goddess 11/2/2013
615. Poetry In Stone 11/3/2013
616. That Mad Girl 11/3/2013
617. Poetry As Sculptures In Love 11/4/2013
618. In Touching You 11/4/2013
619. Why Not To Rock-Built Temples As The Specimens Of Art? 11/4/2013
620. Your God-Gifted Face 11/4/2013
621. An Artist Of Yours 11/4/2013
622. Without An American Heart 11/4/2013
623. A Lover Of Your God-Gifted Face 11/4/2013
624. At Your First Sight 11/4/2013
625. They Were Drunk 11/6/2013
626. After Writing Thousands Of Poems 11/7/2013
627. The Daru Bottles Filled With Water Just For Enactment 11/7/2013
628. You Are So Beautiful To Look At 11/7/2013
629. You Sit Before, Let Me See You 11/7/2013
630. Beloved, Let Me See You 11/7/2013
631. Buddha And Buddhism/ Buddha Statues 11/7/2013
632. In Love, Forget Not Them 11/7/2013
633. Under The Sweetly-Scented Kaamini Plant Tree 11/10/2013
634. Mother's Love, Sisiter's Love And Brother's Love... 11/10/2013
635. Mother's Love, Sister's Love And Brother's Love... 11/10/2013
636. Unclothe The Beauty And Photograph Her, Is This Your Modern Culture? 11/10/2013
637. You Asked Me And I Could Not Say 11/10/2013
638. The Palmist Of The Rustic Love 11/10/2013
639. A Poet After Posting On The Internet 11/10/2013
640. The World Has Greatest Fears From The Fanantics 11/10/2013

Comments about Bijay Kant Dubey

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/14/2014 1:38:00 AM)

    Prema Nandakumar to me

    Srirangam,
    12.3.92

    Dear Shri Dubey,

    Thank you for your gift of The Ferryman, a direct descendent of the great adhyatmika granths of our tradition. I read the introduction with great interest and congratulate you for such lofty sentiments. That was Swami Vivekananda's message given to the world in his Chicago address in 1998: Aakashaat patitang toyang yathaa gacchati sagarang/ Sarva deva samaskarang keshavang pratigacchati//. I can see the strong Tagorean influence in the poetry.
    Wishing you well,
    Yours sincerely,
    Prema Nandakumar

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  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/13/2014 11:35:00 PM)

    Prof M.K.Naik To Bijay Kant Dubey

    Dear Dr.Dubey,
    Thank you very much for the copy of 'Research Method' etc. It should prove helpful to any young researcher. I however wish you had been more discriminating in the choice of poets. In your pages too many versifiers seem to jostle against a few genuine poets! You could organize your argument in a more systematic manner.
    Best Wishes!
    MKNaik

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/10/2014 12:13:00 AM)

    Is 'The Ferryman' your only work? You seem to be a Canto writer of some sort. Your poem is an endless song, and as a poet you seem to possess more spiritual cravings and ideal longings than your chronological age justifies. A person with more maturity and wisdom. I am happy. Your leanings towards Siva I appreciate as an older man. In fact I recite at morn, noon and evening Siva Parvathy Dwadasa slokam by Sri Shankaracharya, and also once daily Sivapanchakam. In your concept of yourself as a traveller and life as a travel in searching the Almighty, I agree with you. As we travel, we see the beauty of His creation, its diversity, the whole panorama of good and evil, hardship and happiness, wealth and poverty. Man and his karma on his road to God. Let us sing of life in its richness (not in the rich poor sense) and variety, and let that philosophy of yours comprise the whole panorama that is life.
    - - R.Rabiondranath Menon, Retd. IAS, (12.1.1996)

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/9/2014 11:24:00 PM)

    Khushwant Singh To Me

    I went through your light verses and enjoyed them largely. They saved my sagging spirits and brought a smile on my face. I haven't smiled for a long time.
    Khushwant Singh
    (1 Oct.2004)

    Prof.M.K.Naik for Murkhamantri (The Joker Minister)

    Dear Dr. Dubey,
    Thank you for the poem. Successful satirical verse avoids conventionalities and is pointed, incisive and imaginative. You may do some observation in the light of this.
    - - -M.N.Naik (27/12)

    It is really kind of you to send me your book, How Far Indian is Indian English Poetry, which I look forward to read in the days ahead.
    I am sure there will be much for me to learn and enjoy from your book. I am so sorry I am ignorant of critical writing.
    - - -Jayanta Mahapatra (August 13,2001)

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (10/8/2014 9:24:00 AM)

    I received your courier mail containing the paper Contemporary Indian English Poetry: Latest Entries. It is wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful. You have done a wonderful job which none has accomplished in India. I am amazed to see the material in such an extent covering almost everything about English poetry in India. You know so much about it and so many poets. You are really a storehouse of information. There is none of your talent which I had not been aware of. I do not think anybody has written about so much in India. Perhaps no Indian poet has written so much whom I know him. How do you gather the information? It is amazing to me to see it full. Though ill, it took almost two hours to complete my study of twelve pages. I am still on my bed and am reading it in a lying state. There is nothing left in it about English poetry in India. The paper is unprecedented, unparalleled, never written, never attempted. Perhaps your house is a library which you live in and you write from there. I have no words, no words to praise you. Congratulations. I congratulate you on writing such an original paper. I have no word, no word to say. It will be important not for Bridge-in-Making only, but for all the writers engaged in writing in English in India. I could not even change even a letter or a word as it has been composed and compiled.
    - - -Pronab Kumar Majumder, Retd. Special Secretary, Lake Town, Kolkata (8.10.14)

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Ron Wimberly (3/1/2014 11:07:00 AM)

    It's about the essence! (The quality of essence) life is not about Quanity production as taught!
    It's your DNA unwind being quality of essence each!
    Your work makes me want to contribute. Hoka Hea
    Your flows make synaspse-a-coalition

Best Poem of Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dark Daughter

The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
Dark you, dark the world, the tales of Creation,
Dark, dark is Kali,
Not only you.

Dark daughter, you not only dark,
Dark the world and the tales of it,
Dark the Creation
And the tales of it,
The Light coming out from the Womb of Darkness
And shining upon.

Dark daughter, dark you not,
Dark the Creation and the tales of it
Shrouded in myths and mysteries
And miracles flashing upon
To dawn.

Dark dark, dark ...

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Villain

O cinematographic villain, it’s true that your are doing the role of a villain
On marking the other lead roles gone to others,
It’s my request to you,
You remain a villain,
An expert in villainy,
But make not others real villains of life!

You with music in the background jump on the cushion
Like the hostel boys,

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