Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey Poems

3481. Radha, You Are Radha, Radha, Radha, Radha 4/5/2015
3482. The Internet Age Poet 4/5/2015
3483. The Intranet Age Poet Just Keeps Loading And Loading, Be That Uploading And Downloading 4/5/2015
3484. Now The Post-Cards Come They Not/ The Vintage Post-Card 4/5/2015
3485. In This Digital World 4/5/2015
3486. City-Life 4/5/2015
3487. The Poet As A Critic Of Modern Life And Society 4/5/2015
3488. I Am A Sculptor Of The Unknown Citizen 4/9/2015
3489. What Has It Happened To Me? I'Ve Fallen In Love 4/9/2015
3490. Touching Me, Touched You Mind And Heart 4/9/2015
3491. I Have Wanted You 4/9/2015
3492. What Are You Doing In Parliament House, Lalu? Said He, I Am Smoking A Beedi And Rubbing Tobacco 4/9/2015
3493. My Love Is Calling Me 4/9/2015
3494. Walt Whitman; A Word Portrait Of His 4/10/2015
3495. American Girl, Your American Heart Want I 4/10/2015
3496. All Are After Love, How Can It Be, Sir? 4/10/2015
3497. Poetry, What Is Poetry? Poetry Is Written Words 4/10/2015
3498. Madam, My Poem Is Just A Copy Of Yours, I Mean Your Lovely Face 4/11/2015
3499. O, What Is Your Name? Where Do You Live? 4/12/2015
3500. What Poetry Is It? Indo-Anglican Or Indo-Anglian? 4/12/2015
3501. A Nervous Girl Like You, I Love You, I Love And Like You 4/13/2015
3502. My God, You Do Not Tears To Anybody's Eyes 4/13/2015
3503. I Am So Sorry, So Sorry To Feel It That He Too Had Been Talented Like Me 4/13/2015
3504. A Minute's Silence, Observe You 4/13/2015
3505. Adil Jussawalla Tried To Say Goodbye To Poetry, But Couldn'T 4/14/2015
3506. Is There Anyone To Love The Soul? I Doubt 4/14/2015
3507. In The Temple Of Heart, I Want To Keep 4/14/2015
3508. I Regret, I Could Not Be A Man! 4/15/2015
3509. The Govt. Of India Cannot Recognize Me Nor Do I Look Up To 4/15/2015
3510. Poet Saheb, How Are You? 4/15/2015
3511. What Is I? 4/16/2015
3512. Who Can Say When Will It Get My Ticket Booked? 4/16/2015
3513. Writers Workshop, Calcutta By P.Lal; A Factory Of Poets & Poetesses 4/17/2015
3514. In Search Of Life, Where Have I Come To? 4/17/2015
3515. The Hollow Man, Modern Man The Hollow Man 4/18/2015
3516. Unknown Citizen, Make I The Statue Of Yours, Makes And Unmakes It 4/19/2015
3517. The Dark Daughter (A Memoir) 4/19/2015
3518. It Burnt To Ashes And It Remained It Not Anything To Be Called Of Mother 4/19/2015
3519. Into The Blazing Earth Of Chaitra And Baisakh, The Burning Heat Of The Months 4/19/2015
3520. Just A Few Words Of Sympathy, Just A Few Words Of Affection 4/19/2015

Comments about Bijay Kant Dubey

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

    Prema Nandakumar to me


    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!

  • 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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