Papers by Bijay Kant Dubey
My Representative Poem (A List of Publications Excerpted) contains in poems col;lected from diffe... more My Representative Poem (A List of Publications Excerpted) contains in poems col;lected from different sources.
Khushwant Singh said to through a postcard: "I went through your light verses and enjoyed them la... more Khushwant Singh said to through a postcard: "I went through your light verses and enjoyed them largely. They saved my sagging spirits and brought a smile on my face. I haven't smiled for a long time." (1 Oct.2004)
The poor donkey, have you peeped into the self of the animal, bearing the load of humanity for ag... more The poor donkey, have you peeped into the self of the animal, bearing the load of humanity for ages and ages? How the status of it? In which state does it lie in?
Out of the dusky chamber of the brain Flows the imperial Will through dream on dream : The fires ... more Out of the dusky chamber of the brain Flows the imperial Will through dream on dream : The fires of life around it tempt and gleam ; The lights of earth behind it fade and wane. Passed beyond beauty tempting dream on dream, The pure Will seeks the heart-hold of the light : Sounds the deep OM, the mystic word of might : Forth from the heart-hold breaks the living stream. Passed out beyond the deep heart music-filled, The kingly Will sits on the ancient throne, Wielding the sceptre, fearless, free, alone, Knowing in Brahma all it dared and willed.
The Pilgrim by P.R.Kaikini as a poem has been excerpted from his book named This Civilization pub... more The Pilgrim by P.R.Kaikini as a poem has been excerpted from his book named This Civilization published in 1937. P.R.Kaikini trudges his way in an uncommon way as has striven to see what the others have failed to discern. Michael Roberts in his substitute for a preface has made us understand how his poetry is different in tone and tenor and what should it be the encompassing traits of Indian poetry apart from religion and spirituality. We need it the scientific brain too.
An Ode to Night by B.M.Malabari is all about the tranquil silence of the night time pervading the... more An Ode to Night by B.M.Malabari is all about the tranquil silence of the night time pervading the spirit.
My Poems You Have Not Read, I am putting before you to read and apprise me of your opinion.
My Poems (A Collection) is actually is a representative work of mine consisting of poetic posts a... more My Poems (A Collection) is actually is a representative work of mine consisting of poetic posts and uploads made from time to time and culled too to present them again in a book format.
Lost Love by B.M.Malabari is important from the historical point of view as he could think of then.
Poems From Web Portals are here for your reading if you really like to read and go through the li... more Poems From Web Portals are here for your reading if you really like to read and go through the lines.
Poems From Web Portals contains in some of the poems which I posted and uploaded on web portals f... more Poems From Web Portals contains in some of the poems which I posted and uploaded on web portals for a perusal.
I Know They Won’t Call Me A Poet, But I Too Write Poetry has appeared after My Linkedin Poems and... more I Know They Won’t Call Me A Poet, But I Too Write Poetry has appeared after My Linkedin Poems and rather than saying it myself, I would like to hear you.
Krishna by A E Russell is no doubt a beautiful poem telling of the mystical vision and the mythic... more Krishna by A E Russell is no doubt a beautiful poem telling of the mystical vision and the mythical narrative in a stupendous way of deliberation.
Preface as Under The Shadow of Shyama Kali, Light-blue Kali I do not know what I have, what not a... more Preface as Under The Shadow of Shyama Kali, Light-blue Kali I do not know what I have, what not as because the whole text got deleted and with that my preface too went away with the poems and so in a haste I am putting it again as far as recoverable, I am trying to collect and gather, but the comments I cannot them now as I had in different sittings and readings, moods and reflections of my own. The other thing too is this I do not have time in hands. My confidence has betrayed me. Had I kept a copy of it, the file would have remained, but it did not as had to go went it away.I shall write a special preface for it later as and when time permits to do so in the long run. Again, the last not the least, I want to place it into the hands of my readers and viewers rather than anyone. Neither the research scholars nor the professors I need them. I had actually wanted it to be a book of festivals and the festive season, but now that version is lost and missing. Instead of that spirit and fervor, I tried to incorporate in some of those poems as far as available from the ready stock, as far as I have searched and found and retraced and relocated them. There are poems celebrative of Ganesha Chaturthi, Mahashivaratri, Janmashtami, Durga Puja, Lakshmi Puja, Manasa Puja and Deepavali apart from others draped in celebration, festivity, myth and mythology. There are poems on Kaushiki Amavashya and Dhanteras too. Apart from Dussehra, Durga Puja, the Chandipath, it is also a tribute to Ratan Tata, Keki N.Daruwalla and so on as because one may find a few memorial verses written for them.
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If he... more Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough The song begins in a usual manner raking strong feeling and emotion, trying to know if the things have changed, if she is so or has changed with time after parting the ways. Does she remain changed or is the same persona seen before and with the same attachment and affection? Lying in bed, he thinks about her. Whose mistake is it for which the things have taken such a route? Life was going well, but how did it happen it? How did it got tangled up in blue? How did he blue, blue life? How did it get blued? Tangled Up In Blue, we search for the meaning, but feel it at the crossroads, nonplussed as for to mean it, make it out what it the meaning, the sense of the lyric, the context of the script read in a narrative format of expression, but so moody, nasal and lyrically going is the gloss, the reflection made over with a passing reference but without any regret and remorse and the sense is one of basking in love and lost love without repenting for. Whose tangle is it that he is telling it? How did he get tangled up and with what? Did the blue of the sky draw him close to? No, it is not. Or the horizons touching the sea? It too may not be. Other than all these, we may try another question. Or, is it something different from all that? This sounds true to some extent, comes to our expectation. It is a tangle of love and lost love that he is feeling and ruminating. How could it happen? How did it? How did the things take a turn? There is a joy of taking love philosophically. This happens in love relationship and can often be seen in the life of a musician, a singer. Woman comes and goes, as has it, but let the music of life continue, the song of life catching the cadence and rhythm. How our beating of the heart, how is the pulse, the heart-beat? How the thrill and joy of life and living? Let us enjoy. Let us ruminate. To be complacent is to come to a stop and to be untidy is to be hankering after. Perhaps he is whistling a different song, he is singing a different song of life. It is love which draws, it is love which repels, sometimes situations seem to be compelling upon and one finds it hard to come by grappling with. As a singer, what has he got, what has he missed, what has he lost? He goes down the memory lanes of love and lost love to gather the remnants and these bouquets of his lyrics. The song of life he sings, the music of life he strings. But the lover in him is not loyal, the musician in him catchy and humming, the songster scripting emotions and feelings, the singer singing after placing the diary on the iron stand, trying to give vocals and voice. Sometimes it is career which tells upon and sometimes it is man who does not remain committed to the promises made. But memory can never lie that. Man can forget relationships, break them, but it is the heart which knows. But it is a fault with Dylan he does not remain faithful as he keeps tangling up and breaking the chords. A romantic songwriter, he is like a hippie, a romantic, a trendy singer and a songwriter. He sings taking the spirit in mind, the mood and temper of the audience, the current generation but has always fared well with the old and the young, as has been in light for decades. A pop artiste he is a pop heartbeat; an album singer. He is connected with the romance, thrill and joy side of life, the bands, performances, concerts and fusions the things of his own.
Can I Be Called A Poet Which But I Do Not Know is one of the poetry-collections of mine which are... more Can I Be Called A Poet Which But I Do Not Know is one of the poetry-collections of mine which are before you to read and go through and to communicate to me if there is anything readable in them or not which I have put for your perusal.
Most of the poems which I have included and incorporated in are the poems which I used to submit ... more Most of the poems which I have included and incorporated in are the poems which I used to submit on Poem Hunter.Com, Linkedin and All Poetry.Com websites and these have been culled casually as for to file up and that these have been written of late. Here Linkedin is the prominent one and as for that my thanks to them, their administrators and those in the management and the maintenance of the sites. The poems uploaded and posted on websites are here for your perusal, a few of them for your ready reference. Many of these have been written during the Durga Puja and I felt it to specify poetically Mahashasthi, Mahasaptami, Mahashtami, Mananavami and Dussehra along with Navaratri celebrations in which Maharashtra, Gujarat and others hung it heavy upon together with Karwa Chauth, Dandiya Raas, Garbi Dance, Dahi Handi and so on from time to time which I have uploaded and posted consequently to commemorate and feel it personally and those form the crux of the matter, the content of it. I have culled them without thinking about the title. After feeling the needed of the hour and fearing to lose them, I have been included in it and I have named it flippantly with a desire to know if anyone would read and like them which I have put for reading. A few of the poems are on Keki N.Daruwalla in the form of reminiscence and obituary which I have penned down as a reader, a critic or as for correspondences with him in the past. A few are on Ratan Tata and his passing away. One or two poems are on Jayanta Mahapatra. Now he is no more, I think it, what he for? What did he write it new? From whom did he learn poetry? How his legacy and poetic heritage? Is it that he was a Christian, an Oriya Christian? Is it that he read in a Christian school? While reading or taking to literature, he would have definitely read Wordsworth, Keats and so on. After his education, he went to do his M.Sc. from Patna Univ. Later in his life he joined Ravenshaw College, Cuttack as teacher in physics.
Hymn to Durga is one of the most representative poems of Nobo Kissen Ghose who as Ram Sharma wrot... more Hymn to Durga is one of the most representative poems of Nobo Kissen Ghose who as Ram Sharma wrote the poems when many of us would not have dared to in as alien tongue, as the times were different and the age too was not so as we take to it today, see it. An Indo-Anglian poet, he was basically a poet of the nineteenth century. The present poem has been included in The Bengali Book of English Verse selected and arranged by Theodore Douglas Dunn, published in 1918. Ram Sharma has followed Kasiprasad Ghose to some extent and the poem reminds us of the festivity of the autumnal time when we worship her with so much love, respect and reverence. Devi Durga, the Mighty Goddess, the Universal Soul, he hails, invokes, prays to and seeks blessings, whatever be the nature of the motherly consciousness and in whatever existence her spirit can be felt. He does not what she is inherent in as, if she is in the form of power, love, fate or illusion. She is Time, Space and Being. She is the seed of creation as well as the womb of it. Can we think of creation if her blessings get it not endowed upon? The autumnal sky is saying that Bhagabati is coming, the Divine She, Devi Durga. Flowers and blossoms, all are saying, talking of the mystic arrival, supernatural presence, mythical narrative of Bhagabati. Skies are clear. Some sort of greenery with crops is speaking of plentitude. Nameless beauties keep adorning the around.
Mr.Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan is a song of some indifferent purview and reflectiion. Here he see... more Mr.Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan is a song of some indifferent purview and reflectiion. Here he seems to be mystical and trannscendental.
Ganga as a poem deals with the poor and pathetic life of the maid servants whose work we rate it ... more Ganga as a poem deals with the poor and pathetic life of the maid servants whose work we rate it not in a good way and take it fror underrated menials who have but to keep working.
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The thesis and the anti-thesis of the long poem is one of John Donne's Deaqth, Be Not Proud. Here in this the parley have been held in between the traveller and the Messenger of Death. But uncertainty lies in it to think about how it will be the death of the incumbent. How the hands of death? How to talk with, carry on the discussion with? Death has bee personified as a persona in talks with the goer whom he has come to take it away. Hw the cause of death? Does it come unwarranted? What has it to pride over if the body is weak, sick and ailing, if teh body made from clay is so frail and fugacious?