Bijay Kant Dubey Night Poems

I see the foxes coming out,
Slipping past,
Howling sometimes
In the dark
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Nude girls,
Bikini babes,
Late night parties,
Bar tenders,
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Shiva Ratri,
The Night of Shiva,
How will it be,
The night of his marriage,
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The black cat,
The black night
And the black hamlet
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The night of creation, the making time, how had it been, I know it not,
Who is it to dawn upon,
How had it been the night,
The night of creation?
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Chandni Raat Ho Aur Tum Mere Sath Ho

Chandni raaton mein
Chand she baaten hotin hain, sitaron she,
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Under the starlit,
Under the starlit skies,
How could you,
How could you leave her
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A mad man under the canopy of the night,
The attic of the open skies
Full of stars and the moon
Shining up above,
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A white rose
Under the milky white moonshine,
My love,
You sitting
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It's a night
Full of stars
Twinkling,
But why am I alone
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Sitting On The Platform Benches Alone

I had been thinking about
What this life gave to me
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One midnight after the death of my father
While my mother and brother had been sleeping
On the floor of the room
My mother called me
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Mahashivaratri

The Night of Shiva,
What to say about
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It is the night time,
The other animals have left the forest tract for ever,
Just I can see the golden jackals slipping past,
Lurking around the human habitats,
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How to worship Her,
The Goddess of Wealth and Prosperity
With a golden pitcher
Full of grains
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Sallem Sinai would have played the shehnoi
On the night of midnight freedom
With the midnight children
During the tryst with destiny,
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Shiva-ratri,
The Night of Shiva,
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva.
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The story of
The night
Is not simple
To tell.
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It is a moon-lit night
And I keep
Waiting,
Waiting for you,
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They keep driving all through the night
Without a rest
And we sleep into our homes
With rest and comfort,
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The midnight is lonely
And he is calling, calling,
Ma Tara, Tara,
Who the fellow is, the man?
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How much terrified and horrified had I been
When my mother
Awoke me at the dead of midnight
To notice me
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Jasmine-bhari raat,
Tum kaha,
Tum kaha, Anamika,
Bheegi palkon mei?
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Night of The Scorpion an Indian poem about an Indian scene, context and reference full of Indian crowds and vilalgerly neighbours, all and sundry.
The poet's mother stung by a scorpion lying unconscious, writhing in pain, twisting and twisting at the centre.
The dragon after having bitten, stung fled from the site of action, perhaps lying hidden somewhere for a possible backlash under a knapsack of jute driven to after hours of steady brain and it seeking shelter in.
The villagers coming in swarms or droves with the oily lanterns into their hands and the shadows cast around while coming and going lying talking about and submissive and prayerful.
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After the death of my father,
My mother woke up
All of a sudden
Noticing a poisonous, deadly krait
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The jackals' night,
The lonely tracts,
I want to go to, go to,
The jackals',
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It is a moonlit night,
But you not with me,
But the milky white light
Spread all round the place
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Chandni raat hain,
Tu kahin aur
Aur mein tere yaadon ke sang
Kahin jaataa huya,
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A night full of kaaminis,
Icy-white, small blossoms
Blooming and scattering
With the sweet redolence
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Frankly speaking, I have learnt English by rote,
A rustic boy am I,
A township student of English Honours,
Had not been an Englishman,
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Its Moonlit Night

Its moonlit night,
Entangled am I in the stuffs of love,
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Under the kaamini plant tree,
Want I,
Want i to pass by the night
Fragrant with
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Under the raat ki rani plant,
The woody and aromatic shrub
So romantically fragrant and perfumed
Want I,
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I remember the night
When after the death of my father,
My mother awoke she all of a sudden,
Perhaps awoken by the dead father's memory
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It's a moonlit night,
The fair and full moon is shining overhead,
The moon orbs are glistening all around,
The silvery and milky white moonlight
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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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The theatre is empty
Without the audience,
Always admiring
And the cause of their inspiration
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Under the dark and lonely starry night,
Saw I two personae talking in whispers,
A drunk man and a drunk woman.
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The drunken girl under the drunken and lonely night
Sweetly scented with jasmines and other wild flowers
And the girl too from bar taken to full swaying,
Lying inebriated and awfully drunk under a tree,
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One night I had been burning my father,
Lifting from the makeshift green bamboo bier,
Seating and bathing near the small stream water
On the river-bed
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Why is the tantrica going in search of
With the black cow, the black bitch and the black cat
Or together with them?
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The night of marriage anniversary,
Shiva as a groom will depart for
Sati-Uma’s house
With the band and party of his
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A night full of jasmines,
Champa, chameli, juhi,
Kaamini, seuli, beli,
Gandharaj
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I used to think you a flower
With the utter sweetness and loveliness of own,
Greeting on the pathways,
Dancing in the breeze
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The midnight is of Kali,
The sadhaka in his sadhna
Mystical and mythical,
The poet trying to catch the mystical flame
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I am a poet-lover
who can even pluck the stars from the skies
For the beloved
To stick into the braid of the hair
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Night, your sobs and sighs
Find I as the dews fallen
On grass.

A solitary maiden, where do you go
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