Bijay Kant Dubey
Bijay Kant Dubey Quotes
''Where they used to make the golden statues of Buddha in the far East? You show me, friend.''Tell me about Buddha and Buddhism
''It is love maddening.''It is love maddening
''The mad world of lovers.''Love is mad
''I am Time, Time Immortal, Deathless, Indestructible.''Time, Time Deathless
''Kalpurusha, You are Kaal, Samay, Prahar, Bela, Danda, Ghari. Kalpurusha, you are Kaal, ageless, deathless, Time Indestructible, Samay-Kaal, Time-End-time.''Kalpurusha, you are Time, Time Endless, Kaal, Time-periodic, Kaal, End-time
''My friend, you do not take daru, I mean Indian daru, daru, deshi or videshi.''Wine taking is strictly prohibited here.
''Sive, a yogi, a fakira and a sadhaka, blue-necked and with the poisonous snakes rounded off, with a kamandala into the hands and with the rudraksha necklace and the bracelets meditating in the crematorium, in meditation on Kailash, visiting Mansarovar.''Siva
''Poetic journalism talk I, discuss I, how poetry can be used as journalism or journalistic purposes, stating about and sharing with the readers in the form of opinion, review, statement, theory, politics or sociology? A poem is an essay, a paragraph, a prose-piece, a biography, an autobiography, a play, a text and a testament of criticism.''Poetic journalism
''One day I burnt my father on the river bed under the starlit skies near the hamlet home.''One day
''A blonde rosy and glistening want I for me, yea, a foreigner beauty.''In search of a foreign girl as my love
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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
Dark dark, dark ...
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