Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

1081. Whatever Call I, They Will Remain That 8/10/2013
1082. How To Take Modernism? 8/10/2013
1083. Modernism To Post-Modernism 8/10/2013
1084. The Onward Journey From 8/10/2013
1085. God, What Is It? 8/10/2013
1086. Glimpses From Life 8/10/2013
1087. The Last Laugh Of Communism/ The Communists 8/10/2013
1088. They Said It Poetry Is Imagery And Photography 8/10/2013
1089. How Long Will She Remain A Side-Heroine? 8/11/2013
1090. The Media Man 8/11/2013
1091. The Tradesman, Herdsmen, O, Those Footmen From Far-Off 8/11/2013
1092. And He Will Vacate It When Overpowered And Overthrown Forcibly (The Joker On The Chair Comical Not, Criminal) 8/11/2013
1093. A Lyrist Am I, The Lyrist Of Love/My Love, You Do Not Know It/ How Much Do I Love You? 8/11/2013
1094. My Turn To Be A Hero, A Film Artiste, A Cine Star 8/10/2013
1095. Unravelling Of The Myths 8/10/2013
1096. The Song Of The Dark Daughter 8/10/2013
1097. Dark Is Dark 8/10/2013
1098. They Ask Me About The Dark Daughter 8/10/2013
1099. After Getting Married For The Second Time 8/10/2013
1100. An Indian Fool 8/10/2013
1101. The Library Man 8/11/2013
1102. Khushwant Singh As A Columnist 8/11/2013
1103. Have You Ever Loved A Girl? 8/12/2013
1104. A Playgirl She Is 8/12/2013
1105. How Did They? 8/12/2013
1106. The Formation Of The People’s Government 8/12/2013
1107. The Red China Roses 8/12/2013
1108. The Song Of The Kingfisher 8/12/2013
1109. You Sit In The Studio 8/12/2013
1110. Time, Who Will Docket My Poems Or...? 8/12/2013
1111. You Ask Me 8/12/2013
1112. O, Wild Flower! 8/12/2013
1113. Mao-Tse Tung, Sir, The Day Saw I Could Not Sleep I 8/11/2013
1114. The Girl Whom Met I In The Library Doing My Ph.D. (First Love Then Ph.D.) 8/11/2013
1115. Take Daru And Call Yourself A Hero If Not Of The Bombay Theatre Then Of The Local Theatre 8/12/2013
1116. The Saga Of The Dark Daughter 8/12/2013
1117. The Ghost Of Religion 8/12/2013
1118. Will They Forget Letter-Writing? + Will Letter-Writing Turn A Dead Art? 8/12/2013
1119. Who Says That The World Is Going To End? /Since My Childhood I Have Been Hearing It That The World Is Going To End? The World Will Not It Now, Will Later On, If Has, But Not Now 8/12/2013
1120. Let Me Say, Let Me Say, Let Me Finish, Let Me Finish And As Thus Said And Quarrelled They 8/12/2013

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 ...

Read the full of The Dark Daughter

Say, Do You Love Me?

Say, do you love me, love me,
Said she in tears,
Wiping them with one hand
And eye-lashes wet with, splashed with tears,
Saw I them slowly and sadly.

Say, do you love me, love me,
Asked she tearfully
And I could not,

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