Jayanta Mahapatra Whom I Wanted To Know (Take His Waiting) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Jayanta's Waiting,
A collection of historical background,
Historical, geographical and imagistic,
But the trend and tenor is same,
The same imagistic penetration,
The same linguistic lining,
Photographic delving,
Bird's eye-view presentation.

Absurd and existential,
Questioning belief and myth,
Historicity and permanence,
He is flimsy and shadowy,
Reflective and going,
Nothing permanent and substantial,
Everything but in a flux,
Ever-changing.

Nothing is what it seems to be
And what it seems to be is nothing,
The whole world a study in nothingness
And the the absurdities of life,
Just the in vain waiting continues,
Why do we wait for,
Why is this waiting
And even waiting for what?

There is nothing meaningful in him,
Everything but turning,
The unconscious mind at work,
The abnormal babbling abounding in,
Very-very contradictory and contrasting
Though some historical poems give it
A shape of some historical work.

He is a poet of stones,
Stones vermillioned and worshipped,
Stones taking the shape of magnificent mountains,
Stones turned into rock-built temples,
Stones into art-pieces,
Statues with the bust and the torso
And he a poet of rocks, stones and trees.

His poems are for to see,
Not to explain and paraphrase
As he baffles with his imagery and word-play,
Flimsy delving and photographic picturizing,
existential questions of nothingness
And his absurdity of ours.