Bijay Kant Dubey Music Poems

The music comes from within,
The music of life, the music of the world,
The music of the soul,
The music of pulsation and vibration.
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Krishna, Krishna,
O Krishna,
Where are you playing the flute from
And the melody breaking it
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Today's world of the music masters,
The sound men,
The mike men,
The music men,
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Sitting on the gallery benches
Heard I
The music of humanity,
The sad and solemn music of humanity
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The wooden been music
The snake charmer playing
And the melodies breaking,
Haunting
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While passing through the road, I often come across the music directors,
I mean the panelist judges,
The court judges not, last benchers with night class B.Ls. promoting themselves not,
But the music directors,
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Snake-charmer, play you the wooden 'been' instrument
In the forest deep and dark,
Playing the music of your rhyhtm
And sadhna.
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The pastoral music I still carry with,
The music of its village life
And the countryside,
The hills, rivulets and the woods,
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A rock star,
A blues man
Or a jazz specialist?
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What Sort of Smoker Are You?

What sort of smoker are you
That keep you smoking,
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How the love of Rama,
The love of Krishna,
Krishna in the heart,
Rama in the heart,
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Who is so lost in Krishna-prem, Krishna-bhakti,
Singing and calling with so much love and bonding of heart
In such a sonorus voice, with a melodious tone breaking unawares
And engulfing in Krishna-prem, Krishna-bhakti
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Shyam, Your Flute, Divine Flute,
Shyam,
Ghanashyam,
The Blue Boy,
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He is
A rock star,
A jazz star,
A rock 'n roll artiste,
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Disco Music

Disco music, song and dance,
Disco,
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Coming from the hamlets,
Hamlets against the forests,
Hills, valleys and the wilds,
They playing their folk songs and dances,
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Jimmy, Jimmy,
Come, come, you,
Jimmy, Jimmy,
The disco music calling you,
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Putting the wires,
The wires of the smartphone,
Into the ears,
The ears of mine
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Where is the blue boy of Vrindavan playing,
Playing the flute,
Where Krishna the blue boy
Seated on a rock,
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Is it the music of life,
The words producing music
Or the sounds of speech lyrical?
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They also sing
Who sing but silently
In whispers,
Songs of Rama
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I hearing Jan Hammer,
The music of Miami Vice,
The detectives on the prowl,
The drug traffickers,
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Sitting in the circus gallery
I hearing the orchestra music,
The circus running in losses,
The audience almost left
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Is it a surrender
To the Mother Divine
Through
Devotion and self-surrender?
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I rocking,
You rocking,
We all rocking.
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From the circus gallery
Sitting on the benches,
I hearing,
Hearing the sad and solemn music,
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Oh no,
Oh no, no, no,
Oh no,
No, no, no,
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The snake-charmer,
Charmer
Playing the been,
Wooden been music
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Sitting in
The circus gallery,
Heard,
Heard I
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Whatever fellowship or visiting honour gets he,
But the things of Nagamandala
Not his own,
Of those nondescript poor and humble
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The modern-age music director with the plugged in wires
Going on the roads,
Haven't you seen?
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Bob Dylan,
in you, see I
a legacy and tradition
of music and song
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With the D.Js.
I too going D.J.,
Thinking myself,
Taking to be
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I trying to catch
The rhythms
Of the bagpiper's music
And the been music
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The been music,
Play you,
O charmer,
I want to hear,
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The snake-charmers' music
Steal
They
The Bombayan
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With the mobile phone set
And the wires plugged into
The ears,
The music director is passing,
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I have not,
Have not heard
The wooden been instrument music
Of the snake charmers
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Leaving me,
Are you going for
The second bibi,
Asked she innocently,
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The goats bleating,
Horses neighing,
Asses braying.

I rocking the bands,
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I hearing the music,
Sitting on the gallery benches
High above
With the head on the palm
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