Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

1001. Love But Betray Not 8/21/2013
1002. How To Make Her Understand, A Lonely Girl Walking On The Lonely Ways Of Life? Where Will You Go With Tears Into The Eyes? 8/21/2013
1003. A Man For A Man 8/21/2013
1004. Love Her, Cheat Not, Is This That You Have Learnt? 8/21/2013
1005. Hon'Ble Sir, You Lincoln, See It, How They Have Changed The Definition Of Democarcy 8/21/2013
1006. My Brother, You Forget Not Your Sister On The Eve Of The Raksha Bandhan 8/21/2013
1007. Mother's Love 8/21/2013
1008. The Evening Of My Life, When Will It Descend, None Can Say It, Just Can Feel It, As The Heart May Say Taking In Confidence/ Today Am With You, Tomorrow May Not Be 8/21/2013
1009. The Kingfisher Calling 8/21/2013
1010. Let Me Say What It Is In My Heart 8/22/2013
1011. One Day I Too Shall Go Away Unsaid 8/22/2013
1012. God, Help The Poor Heart, O Jesu, Benevolent Jesu! , Jesus Christ! Help The Broken-Hearted Girl! , Take Care, Care Of Her, As She Is Poor And Ailing, God, Help Her, Help Her 8/16/2013
1013. Indian English Poetry A Study In Poetasters, Rhymers, Non-Poets And Commoners 8/16/2013
1014. Who The Goggleswalli, The Girl In The Dark Sunglasses, Asked He 8/23/2013
1015. Friends From Bombay/ Smokers On The Way To Bombay To Be Heroes 8/23/2013
1016. When Came I Here 8/25/2013
1017. The Beaten Yoni/ Womankind In Shackles 8/25/2013
1018. The Medieval Woman Trafficker With The Cage-Bird I Still See Them In A New Form 8/25/2013
1019. The Clusters Of Flowers And The Black Cuckoo 8/25/2013
1020. A Day Ago 8/25/2013
1021. Light 8/24/2013
1022. Vatsyayana, Your Bhogavad 8/25/2013
1023. Sitting On The Circus Gallery Benches And Hearing Music 8/26/2013
1024. A Poetry Reading Session Just For A Cup Of Coffee? / My Reader (The Writer Demanding A Cup Of Coffee For His Poetry Reading) 8/12/2013
1025. You The Police, The Prisoner And The Judge 8/12/2013
1026. In Mypoetry 8/11/2013
1027. From Modernism To Modernistic-Ness To Post-Modernism To Where? 8/10/2013
1028. Song Of Liberty 8/10/2013
1029. i Do Not Know What To Tell You 8/10/2013
1030. God Knows Who Is What; What One Becomes? 8/11/2013
1031. Winged Words 8/10/2013
1032. After Marking Tears In Your Eyes (For Jiah Khan Who Died Young) 8/27/2013
1033. They Too Want Me 8/27/2013
1034. Oh, This Disease Of Love Not Good For The World! Why Not To Se Her As A Family Member? Is There Not The Mother, The Sister At Home? 8/27/2013
1035. I Loved You, But Could Not, I Love You 8/27/2013
1036. i Do Not Know Who Is What? 8/10/2013
1037. Ambulane-Driver, Where Are You Taking Me Away? My Time Has Come It, My Tears None To Wipe Them Out, Not Even God 8/27/2013
1038. In Search Of Genius Unrecgnized 8/10/2013
1039. Without The Peacock 8/27/2013
1040. O, Earth, O, Sky, O, Wind, O, Water, O, Spirit, Have You Seen My Son? Have You My Small Son Fallen Into A Bad Company? 8/27/2013

Comments about Bijay Kant Dubey

  • 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

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  • 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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