Biography of Pijush Biswas
Pijush Biswas is a poet, aphorist, essayist as well as short-story writer.He was born on 12 July,1988 at Srirampur, Nadia in West Bengal.He has great interest in writing poems both in English and Bengali languages.By one decade he pursued widely the education.He is the only son of his parents.His father's name is Manoranjan Biswas, was a business man and mother is Papi Biswas, a home-maker.Pijush's poetic career began with a influence of his personal love-life.He began writing since October,2012.
He was brought up in an adjoining family since he was born in 1988.Though he was alone by his parents, he took great share of life with his cousins for about 15 years.He was very shy in nature and always refused to take part in different programmes, yet he was quite good in study.His childhood mostly spent in Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal at his father's home.
Pijush believes in the existence of Gods.Even he himself possesses their power partly in belief that is so called by him.He mentions some of the ancient Muses named Erato[Love poetry], Polyhymnia[Hymns], Euterpe[Music, Song and Lyric poetry] whom he believes in often, moreover giving emphasis on Saraswati; but the Muses who guide him as he believes and named by him are " Glossary" and " Fietta" .He believes that they increase his sentiment and inspire to think.
Pijush went to ' Rajarmath R.K.A High School(H.S) ' in his school life where he continued his study till 2005, and passed Madhyamik and Higher Secondary respectively
in 2003 and 2005. He earned Graduation under ' University Of Calcutta' in 2008 from ' Dinabandhu Mahavidhyalaya, Bongaon' where he continued to go for three years.He was Graduate with English language.
While he was 17 years old, duely his graduation he served as Para-Teacher at a primary school for 4 months and earned 6500 rupees as per 1500 rupees a month.
Having got services in a govt. aided school in 2013 he was shifted to Malda, West Bengal as professional where he has rented a little home to stay.There he lives with his mother as he is unmarried and father is recently died on 25 December,2015.
Permanent: [Vill-Srirampur, P.O-Rajarmath, P.S-Chakdaha, Dist-Nadia, State-West Bengal, Country-India, PIN-741223]
Mobile No: 9609089437 / 8016842787
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Marital Status: Unmarried/Single
Poetry: Including poems like " As I Wander To Seek Beauty" , " Preface To Departure" , " I Wander By The Margin of Bay" , " On A Christmas Eve" , " and many others Pijush has already written almost 290 english poems and 17 bengali poems since 2012.
Short-stories: Not many than other but he has written stories like titled " A Royal Master" , " Tadpole Family And Snake" , " Bhutki Buri Jungle" etc.
Essays: " On Success And Failure" is his only essay written until December,2016 came with an extraordinary meaning in his life.
His works are yet not published, but recently the " Eber & Wein Publishing" has decided his poem titled " My Shadow Plays" to be published in their upcoming international anthology " Upon Arrival" in United States.
Pijush Biswas Poems
First Day To School
It is a winter morning The sun is arisen in the East To the God I'm praying In a splendour dawn, full of mist.
Let there be peace in the world! Let the hate be demolished utterly! Let the war cease!
Life is like frozen ice Its body is hard and chill Life looks priceful and nice When all demands come out to fulfil
Preface To Departure
Thus were we, an empty rue- Thus were we, an unempathy What Love? O, no more, no more! Not you, nor your enigma
Sonnet17: Like A Tale Whereof Thou Dwell...
Like a tale whereof thou dwell I love thee Had I nought ever, nor cult yesterday too Yet I unwrought today by self to be For thou hast tale where birds woo
A Dear Tree
Not to touch, not to climb! Its breakable for tender limb! I would claim upon every fellow As mellow fruits grew yellow.
As I Wander To Seek Beauty
Now, the fountains are dry The hills claim upon Summer - Lest, all daffodils cry For a draught, to be fancy dreamer.
His puppy doll may lose way O Sun, feed it with thy ray All are back to home, this eve Know, Shyam will never leave
A Ballad Of The Road In Village
Day's thirsty men utter they will die in dryness And moan for night, when all fairness come in disguise Why do they not lament for water in stress When only the Lotus live lives to amaze
There was a pond dried with summer heat Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play; Under the azure skies, near our school Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
To High Land Lass
O come, say, no more days to wait O high land lass, bait again! Let portrait thy land by thy trait And go all shadows of pain.
Seven Children Came
They were seven children Clever and wise, And did not know me Who was only I, a better man.
The beach is with its summer face There utmost pleasure of mankind The tides are in their race And happy, are all mind
Don'T Be Upset
Ever, if comes darkness in life Don't be upset even for a little bit And, always keep it in mind that Forever darkness is followed by light.
So little king you are
People will find you, somewhere in the war
You would be forever in their mind
Lets me tell 'You are quite little, but in heart kind'
Will remain ever and ever things done by you
I know, never it would be few.
Your name must bring to you fame
Feel I, whenever watch I your game.