Bijay Kant Dubey


Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

2841. Where The Tower Of Silence? The Doongar Vari, The Cheel Ghar? 4/19/2015
2842. I Do Not Fear Even My Baap (Father) , But Them 4/20/2015
2843. What It Disturbs Is This They Are Calling Themselves Poets And Critics Of Indian English Poetry 4/20/2015
2844. The Partition Of The Sub-Continent 4/20/2015
2845. Will The Spring Fall Silent? (Ii) 4/22/2015
2846. My Song Your Life 4/22/2015
2847. The Type Of Modern Indian English Poetry It Is 4/24/2015
2848. At Your First Sight (Iii) 4/25/2015
2849. Stephen Gill, Sitting From Canada 4/25/2015
2850. In Search Of Life And Its Meaning 4/25/2015
2851. Kalbaisakhi, Nor'Wester, Where Do You Come From, Sir? 4/26/2015
2852. Kipling, See You, An Indian Sepoy Writing In English 4/26/2015
2853. I Am Old Matric, A Retired Military Man Of The British Period, Call Me A Poet 4/26/2015
2854. Tandava, Shiva Tandava 4/26/2015
2855. Tandava, Shiva Tandava (Ii) 4/26/2015
2856. He Has Got A Computer, The Old Retired Man Too Calling Himself A Poet 4/27/2015
2857. Hey, Dark Is Beautiful 4/28/2015
2858. Today's Poetry 4/29/2015
2859. Communists 7/4/2015
2860. The Comrades 7/4/2015
2861. Not About Lal Bahadur Shastri, But About The Dead Soldiers, Say You 7/5/2015
2862. Poetic Pieces 7/5/2015
2863. The Firangi 7/5/2015
2864. Raksha-Bandhan Is Coming, My Sister Will Tie A Rakhi 7/5/2015
2865. Anamika, O Nameless You, Lass, Your Wet-Eyes… 7/5/2015
2866. Temple By Jayanta Mahapatra 7/5/2015
2867. Don’t Try To Be An Englishman, Try To Be An Indian First, Rajnath Singh 7/5/2015
2868. Rustic Professor Of English, I Mean University Professor 7/5/2015
2869. Bhagjogini (Glow Worm) , A Countryside Girl 7/6/2015
2870. With The Stars And The Flowers 7/6/2015
2871. Poetry & Its Readership 7/6/2015
2872. The Wbcuta And The Abta Are The Thinktanks Of The Cpi(M) 7/6/2015
2873. It Is Good That They Have Beaten The Teachers In The Calcutta University Campus 7/6/2015
2874. Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari, Hari, Hari 7/7/2015
2875. The Dark Daughter, Oh, The Pains Of Your Living! 7/7/2015
2876. I Love You (Is This Called Love?) 7/7/2015
2877. Gliding On Silent Waters By Romen Basu 7/7/2015
2878. Poetry House By Pronab Kumar Majumder 7/8/2015
2879. Our Ancient Orchard By Kedar Nath Sharma 7/8/2015
2880. Shadows In The Sun By R.Rabindranath Menon 7/9/2015

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

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia, you the darling daughter of your daddy,
So much attached to and affectionate,
Lovely and emotionally alive,
Nervous and sentimental,
Ted Hughes, you could not feel it.

But the talent seemed to be beaming with
And breaking forth,
Dispelling all that was dark in consciousness

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