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“The formless driving death is neither Mephistophelean challenging any dispersion of salvation with various form of temptations to lose in the long run, nor is it Evil in constant

combat with good in the arena of the moral. It has nothing to do with salvaging any soul for any redemption. It lurks in inscrutable ambush around all life and non-life. It is indescribable discursively.” Debabrata Rej wrote. He had taken the aid of poetry to resuscitate this bodiless existence. His long poems embrace all living and non-living beings from bacteria and microscopic particles to galaxies and the supernatural indescribable being who flaps its wings in a journey through all life and death. The dark shadows of death first appeared as “SOBBING At MIDNIGHT” two years before he got lungs cancer. It span its wings from its hidden realm a year later and flew through all living and the nonliving worlds in the “ POEM IN SEARCH OF ITSELF” and “ MONOLOGUE ON EVANESCENCE” before it was exorcised and won in “WHAT IT IS KANDINSKY?”. After winning over the fear and terror of death Debabrata Rej fell in sadness about being in life in “ANANKEE”. These outstanding literary pieces are available to readers as virtual books in this website. The sample parts can also be downloaded as pdf files from the respective pages.

1. BEES OF NIGHT   0

2. C’ EST ICT IT IS HERE  406

THAT YOU MUST KILL ME   

3. TIME-HALL WITH TAPESTRIES 499

4. WOMEN CAME IN RIDING

HORSES OF GAUGUIN  958

5. FLIGHT THROUGH FRENZIES

HAUNTED BY FORMS PRESAGING

THE SOUGHT-FOR   1803

6. THE ONE AND THE ONLY ONE

CORNEA ON THE LOCK-OUT FOR

THE PINK-MOON   2178

7. IN THE AUBURN AUTUMN OF

THE FALL OF WORDS  2915

8. THE HOOLA HOOP OF MYSTERY AND MELANCHOLY AND THE WHIBLING NIGHT           4134

9. FOURSOMES OF CLONES AND

THEIR IDOLS              5091

10. THE SPELL OF THE NIGHT OF

THE HOLOGRAM   5673

11. THE OTHER MIDNIGHT THE

ABYSMAL SHELTER  5915

12. THE WATERFALL OF SOBS

The Poem  in search of Itself from star to star

  from grain to grain of the beach end

  of the waves of

 memory behind memory behind memory ad lib

 this me re-imbedded in the body of the

 moving body devoid of contour

 The Poem in Search of Itself

 as a spangle on its ever changing

 ever transmuting dazzling body

  sverkayuschii or dazzling dark  body or flow

  It is the Poem that s’enflamme

 in suns that s’enflamme dark in chlorophylls

 it is the poem that engulfs them

     The poem whorls on in inexplicable

 reflections of its dead suns unborn suns

      engulfing and being the same as

      this endless weightless dark whirling scenario

 whirl on in things through things among things

    things that make up the poem Itself

 anywhere everywhere outside all and beyond all …

Universe of memories of me-glows and you- glows

As bodiless incandescent in the universe…

Evanescence appearing as onceness

And thus eternal devouring time

Endless universe with glows

Glows that know no beginning and end…

After  the socalled dissolution  the death

 where  do  the wandering glow of the evanescent

or wandering  glows of evanescence  go

there is no where  to  go

and  there is an endless everywhere  to  go

where  the sudden swirls of galaxies

and stars and  their like

peel-off  the  spaceless  timeless glow-sloughs in a life that is in human parlance death and life  and  death  

and strange how the human  sound sloughs congegrate or just perch together to form evanescent nests of glowing poetry…

DUST OF ME RETRACED FROM DARKNESS

I became one with the universe at the end

Which is also its beginning and can you contemplate Kandinsky the universe collapsesinto this ball of light this pure light in the thoes of bearing matter contain all the zithoise of light years spread at lights factness

suddenly retracing with all the strands or coils of

time burning out and vanishing into a single whole of timelessness and can't you imagine my redemption that the zwilleries of light years that caused

dusts of me such spread them again and again into the vast outer fields of the nuivene have come together and coalescence in pure light as I was as I am

waiting to become at the end and contraction of the

cosmos with all dusts turned into light pure every coming home the only home that goes on forming then spreading away flying way at the fastest speed while the dusts that are fly away from an end of a universe to the other turning stranger to one another

and thus terrorizing the accidental accretion of some of the dusts into this me-self well all this is dream dear Kandinsky the universe hasn't get retraced its slip

it goes on in search of itself

PREDATORY DARKNESS: Face to face with Goddess

Fully imbued with light or a body of pure

light she looked at my eyes and beseeched

for a body so illuminated as to have

no secret ambush for the shapeless

prowling darkness gulping it stretch by

stretch and moved by the beseeching by

light of the eyes a light that was never

on land and sea and the sky the

eyes with move of that light and hands

though which the tiny tiny blood bowls carry

more light than these eyes and these hands

have fashioned bodies for the head

diaphanous bodies though at times

in marble a stone with hardly a trace

of the predatory darkness

draping the portion

below waist as Venus de into with

marble drapery to cut off for good the

ambush for the marauding dark

the predatory dark that lurks every where

or cutting above the waist the painted

body by the frame of the colours

again cutting off the ambush of the

predatory darkness and also

other eyes with more of that light

that was never on land and sea and

sky put this beseeching hand on

pure translucent bodies fashioned with

illuminated word that sang ….

480. rejoiced while the predatory shapeless

dark in the jungle the bodies beneath

these supernal eyes the predatory

darkness couch less on stealthily eating

up the light strayed into this jungle

485. or surreptitiously entered into the

jungle or somehow marvelously alight