Bijay Kant Dubey Time Poems

The phantoms of time speaking
In the poetry of Jayanta Mahapatra
As the silent listeners
And the unknown horse-rider
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The history of earth, the existence of life on it, the circumstances of it,
The world spread over, I know them not,
What it is life, how the things of it, I know them not,
How earth has come up, what had it been before
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There was a time when the sons used to stay away with
And the fathers used to keep some distance
From the growing children,
I mean the grown-ups
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The last time I saw the porcupines
At the foothills
And after that nowhere to be traced
The procupines.
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I Am Time, Time, Indelible, Indestructible
I am Time,
Time Indelible, Indestructible,
Time, Time,
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It was my first kiss,
Kissing you for the first time,
Ever a girl in my life,
Let me enter it into my diary.
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O Time, stop you
Going on the horse-back
Saddled,
Rein you in the horse
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Kaalchakra, the Wheel of Time goes it rotating,
Age after age,
My turn, your turn,
The Turn of Fate,
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I want you, I want you,
A girl just like you,
A girl
Just like you,
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I am Time, Time,
I do not wait for anyone,
I keep going.
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Ek Samay Ka Bihar, Yadi Mukhyamantri Ho Murkhamantri

Ek lakh rupye de do
Aur professor ho jao,
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They are not scholarly persons,
But are most selfish, most self-centred fellows,
Nothing to do with the world,
Whether exists or not,
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Once upon a time the cinema halls used to be with full shows,
Running three to four shows,
The matinee show, the evening show and the night show
And when the hall used to be packed
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Time, will you docket my poems or not?
Will my manuscripts be preserved for archival studies or not
Or will be thrown away?
Who will be the curator of the museum?
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After getting married for the second time, how has he changed
And his wife, both of them, husband and wife,
Changing colours like the chameleon
As they do go on.
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If find you any time, please love me, love me
If find you any time,
Love me, love me,
Just try to love me
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Morning time,
Shrouded in bewitching eerie silence
And supernatural mist and dews,
The world still asleep,
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The mahua buds used to drip by
In spring,
The cuckoos cooing and pecking at
And the jackals howling underneath
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Is to talk about the minorities,
Minorities, minorities
All the time
Good
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I am Time,
Time Indestructible & Immortal,
Time, Time which never destroys,
Time, Time which never ends.
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First-time love,
First-first time love,
I am eyeing the girl
Standing next to me,
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When smoked I the cigar for the first time,
Thought I myself a hero
Taking a cigarette,
Buying it and lighting it
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It is very bad to talk about being fanatical and fundamentalist
All the time
As the modern world needs it the good men,
Not the bad men,
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During the CPI(M) time,
A man was man,
Only the reign was
Of comrades and cadres
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In the Haunted Houses of Time,
The Phantom Listeners can be seen
Holding parleys
In the Haunted houses of Time,
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Those are but Time's Houses,
All those houses
Which see you
Are but of Time.
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Why are your clothes of yours with me?
Separate them.
When you come of age, you live not
In my room.
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It is first time that I am loving,
That have I fallen in love with a girl,
I saw her, she saw me,
I smiled, she smiled,
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The sun flashing over,
The lotus petals opening over
Early in the morning, at dawnbreak.
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The house I live in
There was a house before my coming,
The place I am standing
There burnt a body in the distant past.
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If a countryside village rustic turns into a minister,
What will he do,
Do you know it?
He will try to keep power
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The third To Think of Time as a recurrent part of Leaves of Grass,
The 1855 edition,
The poet Whitman tries to see time in a flux,
A changing state of life and time,
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God, if find You any time to carve and chisel me out
Of clay,
Make me not a poet
Again
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There was a time
When I used to live
With my mother, father and aunt
And brothers and sisters,
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Kalpurusha,
Without tears tears into the eyes of yours,
See you
Man blanketing the dead,
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Kalpurusha, you are kaal, kaal,
Kaal, samay and its gati,
You are time and tense,
Time, period of it and its duration,
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Kalpurusha, say you,
How old is this creation,
The earth
And life on it!
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The wheel of the Konark Sun Temple
The time dial of his poetry
With the sun reflecting,
Rising and setting,
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The House I think is mine
Is not mine,
It’s
Of Time,
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After having quarrelled with, flung the books,
Pewter water pots, dishes and earthen bowls, pitchers
And broomsticks,
Weeping and crying herself
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He has got time to read and read,
But no time for love,
Love for me and myself,
To say, I love you,
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I see them whispering
And talking in drunken capers,
Two fellows quite solitary
Under the canopy of conspiring skies.
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Time with the archaeological spade of his own
Excavating the mounds of earth,
historical sites
As for relics,
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Time's manuscripts find I
In the archives,
Time's things coming out
From the mounds of earth
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Who has the time to read poetry today,
The poet's poetry?

The poet for poetry
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Time's Haunted House is the house of mine
I am dwelling in
Temporarily, for the time being
In Time's Haunted House mansion
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