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Poetrywalla (Poems) contains in the recent poems I have composed barring a few samples which are ... more Poetrywalla (Poems) contains in the recent poems I have composed barring a few samples which are at the start of the poetry work.

English Language Teaching, how to discuss it the history of English teaching in India? How is our... more English Language Teaching, how to discuss it the history of English teaching in India? How is our English? How do we read, pronounce and write it? Can a language be learnt by rote? Can a language exist as a written language? It is true that we like to carry it forward with grammatical exercises, phonetics and linguistics are not the talks of ours.

New Way, New Beginning In Creative Writing (A Collection of Poems) is inclusive of latest as well... more New Way, New Beginning In Creative Writing (A Collection of Poems) is inclusive of latest as well as older poems.

Sons and Lovers by D.H.Lawrence as a modern novel is psychological, promitive and autobiographica... more Sons and Lovers by D.H.Lawrence as a modern novel is psychological, promitive and autobiographical which deals with the emotional conflicts of the hero who is drawn to his mother as the pull is stronger, letting him not go and to be free and it is a fictional tribute to her written as a compensation for her bearing.

My Poems You Have Not Read contains in the recenty-written poems starting from Octavio Paz to inc... more My Poems You Have Not Read contains in the recenty-written poems starting from Octavio Paz to inclusive of ther topics which you will come read them.

Vrindaban by Octavio Paz is an introspective poem where he tries to see the holy canvas of devoti... more Vrindaban by Octavio Paz is an introspective poem where he tries to see the holy canvas of devotional heart with a discerning critical aptitude so constructive and divulging from core, laying it bare in askance what is faith, how is it get sustained by, what does it nourish and nurture it?

A Poetic World, A Poetic Life is a portrayal of a poetical character, a delineation of a poetic w... more A Poetic World, A Poetic Life is a portrayal of a poetical character, a delineation of a poetic world where how the thigns are chosen and selected for a peotical perusal it is a note of that.

Poems published in the websites of foreign countries are there together with the comments and opi... more Poems published in the websites of foreign countries are there together with the comments and opinions of the critics.

A Poetical File is a series of poetry which oine can go through.

A Singer of Rama & Other Verses (Rama Series) is a re-collection of Rama poems lying written over... more A Singer of Rama & Other Verses (Rama Series) is a re-collection of Rama poems lying written over a corpus

Poetic Sheets of Paper is in the form of the sgeets of paper, you please go through to find if th... more Poetic Sheets of Paper is in the form of the sgeets of paper, you please go through to find if there is something readable or not to let me know.

Anada ashram, Anand mela, Anand lok, Anand dhara, you can re-read them as for profit and pleasure... more Anada ashram, Anand mela, Anand lok, Anand dhara, you can re-read them as for profit and pleasure if like you devotional spirit and fervour.

While reading the critical text Khushwant Singh: A Writer of Literary Columns, the novelist wrote... more While reading the critical text Khushwant Singh: A Writer of Literary Columns, the novelist wrote: Dear Prof. Dubey, "I am overwhelmed and don't know how to react to your learned thesis. I am almost trying to believe I can write readable prose. A million thanks-And the guru's blessings. Yours Khushwant Singh, 1 Dec 2004" Dear Bijay Kant Dubey, Thank you for sending your poems. It was very kind of you. I enjoyed 'My English, Sir' with its gentle irony best. Possibly it could be further strengthened by adding a phrase or two from one or more of the various Indian Englishes-to add colour. Just a thought! And one small detail: it would probably be appropriate to substitute Rhodesian with Zimbabwean. With best wishes, John Professor John Thieme By Bijay Kant Dubey Ayaz Daryl Nielson writes on Monday, February 8, 2016 in his bear creek haiku PO Box 596 Longmont, CO 80502 USA (SASE's are appreciated): "Bijay Kant Dubey-gosh, hope I've finally spelled this name right-of West Bengal, India, with spur-ofthe-moment poetry in 'comments' of each post-I read them with expected great interest. .. and, here's one.. .

Poems published in Indian Periodical, Speaking Tree, Josh

To write a poem on the red lotus is really a marvel and that too to come to view a lotus blooming... more To write a poem on the red lotus is really a marvel and that too to come to view a lotus blooming, a red lotus sparkling with colour, looking so attractive and charming and it has come from the pen of none, but of S.K.Chettur who is an ICS so creatively endowed with. A student of the Christian and Presidency colleges, Madras and the University College, Oxford, he does his M.A. and finally competes for. A writer of short stories and novels, he has also a few poems which are worth-reading. He served as Chief Secretary of Madras State from 1960 to 1964.

Under 'Happy Ganesh Chaturthi 2021: Poems on Lord Ganesha' Jagaran Josh published it my poem, Lor... more Under 'Happy Ganesh Chaturthi 2021: Poems on Lord Ganesha' Jagaran Josh published it my poem, Lord Ganesha An Indian Hindu god Mythological and mysterious, The god of wealth and prosperity, The face elephantine, Means with a trunk, But very auspicious. How blissful is to recite the name of his, How fabulous and prosperous is it To take his name, Business and commerce under him As Lakshmi of wealth and assets!

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?

A Poetical File is a series of poetry which oine can go through.

Poems published in Indian Periodical, Speaking Tree, Josh

Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali as a text of Indian art and culture, thought and philosophy has b... more Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali as a text of Indian art and culture, thought and philosophy has been taken into discussion which may be new to the West, but not for the East.

The last and remaining portion of the book already uploaed. A history of Indian English poetry. I... more The last and remaining portion of the book already uploaed. A history of Indian English poetry. I have written several volumes of it, but who has tried to know as this is an age of self-advertisement and self-promotion?

Sorry to say that I could not type it. I am just puttg it before the manuscript of Death, My Deat... more Sorry to say that I could not type it. I am just puttg it before the manuscript of Death, My Death, Talk To Me which is but a John Donnian poem reminding us of Keats' terror of death and so many poetic iflueneces and impressions, as such Tagore's narration of the comig of Yama and the discourses between Nachiketa and Vajashrava as held I between in the Kathopanishada.

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?

God,Save Me From Indian English Poets is actually a satire which I had been testing with in the f... more God,Save Me From Indian English Poets is actually a satire which I had been testing with in the form of Alexander Pope and John Dryden, trying to hone in the art of satire and if satiric poetry could be in English.

He talks, turning a sun-stained Cheek to me, his mouth, a dark Cavern, where stalactites of Uneve... more He talks, turning a sun-stained Cheek to me, his mouth, a dark Cavern, where stalactites of Uneven teeth gleam, his right Hand on my knee, while our minds Are willed to race towards love; But, they only wander, tripping Idly over puddles of Desire. .... .Can this man with Nimble fingertips unleash Nothing more alive than the Skin's lazy hungers? Who can Help us who have lived so long And have failed in love? The heart, An empty cistern, waiting Through long hours, fills itself With coiling snakes of silence. .....

It was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came To dance, wide skirts going round and round, cymbals ... more It was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came To dance, wide skirts going round and round, cymbals Richly clashing, and anklets jingling, jingling Jingling... Beneath the fiery gulmohur, with Long braids flying, dark eyes flashing, they danced and They dance, oh, they danced till they bled... There were green Tattoos on their cheeks, jasmines in their hair, some Were dark and some were almost fair. Their voices Were harsh, their songs melancholy; they sang of Lovers dying and or children left unborn.... Some beat their drums; others beat their sorry breasts And wailed, and writhed in vacant ecstasy. They Were thin in limbs and dry; like half-burnt logs from Funeral pyres, a drought and a rottenness Were in each of them. Even the crows were so Silent on trees, and the children wide-eyed, still; All were watching these poor creatures' convulsions The sky crackled then, thunder came, and lightning And rain, a meagre rain that smelt of dust in Attics and the urine of lizards and mice....

We prescribe the stray poems of the poets into our courses of study, but do we ever have the poet... more We prescribe the stray poems of the poets into our courses of study, but do we ever have the poetry collections written by the modern or old poets? We do not as because all the poems of the collections are not readable, but instead they must be put for an assessment to be made. In Gandhi we may see Kabir and in Tagore too we may, but without the handloom. Similar is the case with Dilip Chitre and his search for Tukaram. The loss of his son hung it heavy upon the poet and he could not find consolation elsewhere. The Bhopal Gas tragedy took a toll upon. In Tagore's poetry, the loss of children and wife saddens his poetic spirit for a pensive reflection to be seen in the surrender to the Divine and the mind rising in unison with, rising above the realms and dimensions unfolding to from Atma to Vishwatma and the bonding between the two. Something as the shadow of the loved ones leaves him not behind and the spectre calling him in various love imagery and imagism. Where to dust the wooden racks and bookshelves of the olden libraries or almirah lying locked for years as for pre-independence time poetry book publications? Where to search whom? Who published whom? The research scholars often like to work on the worked topics rather than going for novel things and experimentation and if the scope of the search is extended while taking up contemporary Indian English poetry and the voices on the margins, new names will be around us doing the rounds whether we accept it or not. We have worked on K.N.Daruwalla and Gieve Patel, but have left K.D.Katrak and his books are out of stock too. We could not assess it then. Where is Bantleman? P.Lal too wondered on seeing him left out. Apart from receiving the award, Krishna Srinivas is just counted as a promoter of poetry. But one must keep it in mind that there are so many who have really contributed to Indian English poetry, as such D.

There is a house now far away where once I received love……. That woman died, The house withdrew i... more There is a house now far away where once I received love……. That woman died, The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon How often I think of going There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or Just listen to the frozen air, Or in wild despair, pick an armful of Darkness to bring it here to lie Behind my bedroom door like a brooding Dog…you cannot believe, darling, Can you, that I lived in such a house and Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost My way and beg now at strangers' doors to Receive love, at least in small change?

here in this poem speaks of the large Buddhas of the Bamiyan province of Afghanistan hewn out of ... more here in this poem speaks of the large Buddhas of the Bamiyan province of Afghanistan hewn out of sandstone cliffs and chiselled which the Taliban tried to destroy it with mortars, rocket launchers and the Buddhas stood it under fire bearing the brunt of human malice, vengeance and hatred and narrow mentality. How can it be? Are the artistic stuffs so to be seen with hatred and vengeance? Can art and artefacts be destroyed in such a way? Why the UNESCO kept it mum? The rugged Taliban soldiers in pyjamas and turbans just as the militia with gunfire fought it like Don Quixotes with the windmill. Does it not appear to be humorous, man fighting not with invaders, but with the statues, the statues of peace, Cosmic Peace which was but a sort of misanthropy and madness? This much the fanatics cannot understand it. None knows it who made them and when quite unaware of their own history and culture drifting it far in religious madness. Whatever be it the fundamentalists will remain the fundamentalists, the conservatives will remain the conservatives as nothing can change their outlook and behaviour, as they can never mend their ways, as they cannot see it light, as they cannot distinguish it in between light and darkness, so blind to their faith in upholding them, can never take to reasoning. Side by side it showed it their foolishness. How foolish had they been that they with the Buddhas! How crazy and maniac had they been that they vented they their ire over art and architecture, sculpture and figurine! While on the other hand it was high drama that they enacted it so ignorantly. Can one in dream too think of gunning the Buddhas? But they did as they felt it good. But they question is, will the Buddhas pardon, pardon them? Will they forgive? The answer is perhaps no, not at all. They will have to reap consequences as for their karma. They will have to suffer.

Actually myth and mysticism forms the basis of poetry here in this series called My Religious Poe... more Actually myth and mysticism forms the basis of poetry here in this series called My Religious Poetry which but i do not why I have put them collected from different posts and uploads of mine. A few I need to add to it as such Sabrimala, Karmayogin, Balaji, Avalokiteswara and so on.

Chaitanya come off it said chaitanya to a stone in stone language wipe the red paint off your fac... more Chaitanya come off it said chaitanya to a stone in stone language wipe the red paint off your face i don't think the colour suits you i mean what's wrong with being just a plain stone i'll still bring you flowers you like the flowers of zendu don't you i like them too Chaitanya and his followers, the people following, what to say it about? The disciple of Chaitanya too a Chaitanya, so replete with Krishna-prem and bhakti, so full of musicality and bhakti, is the thing. How did the movement start and where did it come to? What did Chaitaya lesson it? How did the people take to? What lesson did he to the people of Khandoba? Rather than worshipping stones, putting vermilions on, lay them bare and worship you from your heart and He is in you which but you cannot see. But the people understood it not what Chaitanya said it to in a figurative language. God is within your heart, in your heart, where do you search Him? You need not go anywhere. Give your heart to Krishna-bhakti. Go not for excesses. Surrender you, surrender you fully. If giving not time to, wasting over rituals unnecessarily, worship you with your heart, he is in the flowers of reverence, not elsewhere, but in the offering of the flowers of reverence as it will itself turn into flowers. But Bhairava worshippers took to not, the Marathi people and rather than went on telling the folktales of spirit and tantricism. A stone is but a plain stone, nothing more if devotion is not in the heart and bereft of it, He cannot be called. God speaks the language of love and so speak you. God is in lila, the Divine Lila, frolicsome hence enact you the drama of love. If hear you, follow you into the steps of mine, none but I shall bring you the zendu flowers, will you not like? God is in love and try to call Him. God is love and see you it in your heart. Why to be elsewhere? Where to search him? Where do you go searching? He is in prem; He is in bhakti. A herd of cattle came to not grazing upon, but a herd of legends looked up from its grazing when Chaitanya came into sight. The hills appeared to be silent. Here the imagery flashes upon with Krishnalila contrasted with the realization of the fiercer aspect. Where is Shyama fluting, Ghanashyama? Where the Blue Boy, the Blue Boy of Vrindavan? The story takes to Surdas, Mirabai, Rashkhan, Jayasi, the great medieval poets of the Bhakti Rasa whose classical imagery wed can never discern it, whose devotional poetry is but nectar flowing and whose fee draughts have power to console the thirsty self. Here imagery takes to Gokul, Mathura and Vrindavan. Whose songs is Gour-Nitai singing? Whose songs so rapt with devotion and love? The music of love is as such, the attachment of love is as such. How the gopis lost in Krishna-prem, Krishna-viraha? Kolatkar here alludes to those.

An old woman grabs hold of your sleeve and tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin. She says she... more An old woman grabs hold of your sleeve and tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin. She says she will take you to the horseshoe shrine. You've seen it already. She hobbles along anyway and tightens her grip on your shirt She won't let you go. You know how old women are. They stick to you like a burr. You turn around and face her with an air of finality. You want to end the farce. When you hear her say, 'What else can an old woman do on hills as wretched as these?' You look right at the sky. Clear through the bullet holes she has for her eyes. And as you look on, the cracks that begin around her eyes spread beyond her skin. And the hills crack. And the temples crack. And the sky falls With a plate-glass clatter Around the shatterproof crone who stands alone And you are reduced to so much small change in her hand.

The whole gamut of Jejuri shifts the imagery to the Ganga Sagar islands to which the ramshackle b... more The whole gamut of Jejuri shifts the imagery to the Ganga Sagar islands to which the ramshackle buses carrying the old and the infirm during the winter chill and cold of Makar Shankranti come from the far-off northern Bihar, U.P. and M.P. taking the people for a holy dip and darshan of the Kapil Muni Ashrama, but the return journey appearing to be tedious as for the strenuous journey, roadside resting and sojourn, missing and research for the lost personae as similar is the case with when interpreted in a comparative way. Our pilgrimages and inns had been as such and it is also so in the Canterbury Tales. Under the sketch of which Bhairava should we read the poem? Which Bhairava does keep it foreshadowing Batuk or Martand? The latter is the one, the chief attraction of the poem, but the pilgrims forming the main content of the poem, the crux of the matter, whose key are they after all, the lock of faith unlocked with the key of scepticism.

How should it be the trailer of Shakuntalam written by Kalidasa and directed by whom? Shakuntala ... more How should it be the trailer of Shakuntalam written by Kalidasa and directed by whom? Shakuntala running as a teenage girl child after the deer, growing into, standing near the ashrama, the daughter of the rishi and the apasara, but left and fostered by another. How the pictures imagistic of, so scenic and landscapic of the forest, the hermitage, the rishi and the rishi-daughter? How the lilacs of love blooming? Whose love where is it blooming? Whose love cherished or uncherished nurtured and nourished so far? Is it of Kalidasa or something different? How the heroine looking like a sadhvi or some sadhvi daughter? How the image of the upsaras hanging over? How the Heavenly Dream shaded and the script dramatized under the cast of such an imagery of hope and optimism, dream and romance balancing the amorous and the celestial? And our story one of kama-kraudha-ahamkara, vasana-tripti-sambhoga-moksha, dharma-adharma-karma-nyaya. How do we spoil innocence? How do we stain it here love? How does infatuation get spoilt in the end with our selfishness and greed? At that time does love remain pure and chaste? Shakuntala though may be a remnant of the apsara stuff telling of celestial beauty, Yogini, Maya, Kamini, Apurva Sundari representing niscchal prem, but our manna replete with dormant vasana lies in waiting as for to prey upon. A rishi's daughter too has to go however innocent be she reminiscent of pastoral or classical love. Love is love. Can it be chaste? Can it be so innocent? Was Dushyanta true to his love? Was it the curse which had the origin of its own? Or, was Shakuntala like Karna? We do not know to do justice to it, to the India of myths, mysteries and spirituality, culture and superstition as well, thought and tradition but contradicted by subcultures. If it is correct from the Aryan point of view, it may not be from the aboriginal point of view. Another thing is this, does love know any barriers as Tennyson depicts it in The Beggar Maid poem? A rishi wants to be a Brhamrishi, a Devarishi like Dadhichi, but there is also something in Surpanakha, Sabri, Hidimbi and their tales we know it not. Putana, who is she? Why has she been described in such a light? Such a thing is but tribal too which one may find in Mexico-related works of Lawrence. Was the Naga culture not so? But the aboriginal culture of the Nagas gets it purged when we see the Naga sadhus leaving it behind in hathyoga.

of Poetry, why did I write it and title it so? I do not know it exactly, but the motive behind it... more of Poetry, why did I write it and title it so? I do not know it exactly, but the motive behind it is to supply the hints and suggestions, extending them as poetic notes, footnotes, the footnotes of criticism not reared either in life history or in creative art. My point is different which none came to understand it, neither the critics nor the so-called famed people. You just keep following me and you will come to note it. Why did I name it statement? What statements does the poet mean to put them before? Have you ever tried to know them? The answer is flatly, no. My question is something different, something that you cannot reason it nor have you ever thought of taking them reasonably. What is it in publication? What is it in that we know? What do you know? Do you feel that you have nothing to learn from others? Are you sufficient? Where is talent, can you say? Are you only talented? Do the others have no streak of genius? Mark it everybody has got talent. God has given talent to all of us but differently. It is your power which may let you know and feel. It is your sheering, sifting power, intellect, wisdom and knowledge through which you can be able to know.

Jewish Wedding In Bombay is one of the most interesting poems of Nissim in which the poet as a br... more Jewish Wedding In Bombay is one of the most interesting poems of Nissim in which the poet as a bride describes what it happened to when he went to marry as per the Jewish nomenclature and protocol, ritual and tradition. The poem though of an autobiographical note hinges on the anecdote and the art of narration. The confessional detail also needs to be taken into consideration. Though he calls it a Jewish wedding, but the pranks are almost those of ours.