Bishnu Dey was a prominent Bengali poet, prose writer, translator, academic and art critic in the era of modernism, post-modernism. Starting off as a symbologist, he won recognition for the musical quality of his poems, and forms the post-Tagore generation of Bengali poets, like Buddhadeb Basu and Samar Sen, which marked the advent of "New Poetry" in Bengali literature, deeply influence by Marxist ideology. He even published a poetry magazine for while wherein he encouraged socially conscious writing. His own work reveals a poet's solitary struggle, quest for human dignity, amidst a crisis of uprooted identity. Through his literary career, he taught English literature at various ... more »
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Bishnu Dey Poems
Smritti Shatta Bhabishyat
The sea swelled and roared on that full-moon spring night. That day Damini said, 'My heart's desire is not fulfilled.'
On either side the woods, in the middle the road Gleamingly goes winding as nature beats the tune. In the night-light, every now and then eyes glow, young rabbits jump across dancing.
My mind too, escapes in late spring to the branches of mango and palash trees and relaxes in contentment for a couple of hours in the young green and middle-aged reds of fields,
I am not your Pururoba! Hey, Urboshi, A realm I erected here at mortal Aloka Ephemeral, no doubt, inspired by my senses. Come; won't you join me here?
In my mind there's no tiredness at all
My dreams are also endless in my mind there's no tiredness at all. Yet the branches are full of a dry lament, yet the fields are full of cold frost, and there are endless tears in the sky.
He was walking behind me in the alley. I see him again at the intersection where four roads cross, and plunge into a lane on my left.
On 14th August
So, do my words keep returning to her ? Across these plains of my body her comings and goings never end,
Already a farewell song
Already a farewell song ? Dear friend, will you dry the stream, and raise pale sandbars, even before the full floods of monsoon ?
I also yearn for rain-clouds, not just with my eyes, but with all my heart; the lament of parched burnt earth brings to my nerves also a feeling of deathly famine,
There are forests on either side, in the middle a glistening path twists and turns dancing to the rhythm of nature. From time to time eyes glow in the dark and little rabbits dance and jump around.
Wipe out the sky tonight, Smear darkness on the stars, Blot out the moon in the slough of sleeplessness. Cover your eyes and come
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Smritti Shatta Bhabishyat
The sea swelled and roared
on that full-moon spring night.
That day Damini said, 'My heart's
desire is not fulfilled.'
She wanted to live again
at the edge of death and the full moon of life,
She searched again for the bottomless blue
of the moonlit sky
that day, by the ocean.
In everyday of my life you are almost
the full moon night at jhulan,
or a full moon night in the winter
or spring or summer or at rash or Kojagori,
even the shapeless new moon night is
an image of you.
My heart's desire is not fulfilled either,
I wish I could ...