Lover of Light Among Luminaries Dilip Kumar Roy

SR No.: 001542
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Amruta Paresh Patel
Publisher: L D Indology Ahmedabad
Publication Year: 2002
Total Pages: 258
Language: English
Classification: Book_English, Literature, & Biography
File Size: 16 MB

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Krishna, the latter's is impersonal spiritual immanence and transcendence. Dilip Roy's firm belief in the superiority of spiritual truth to the sensuous and materialistic facts is expressed in the lines like those quoted above. He recognizes the limitations of the reasoning capacity of mind and acknowledges the greatness of intuitive faculty of heart or soul for the apprehension of the Divine Reality. In 'Mind's Folly', for example, he asserts: "The Mind grows blind because the haze
Of its self-will bars the way: So 'twill not scale the heights nor blaze
A trail to His bounteous day."2 Or, in 'A Hymn to Sri Aurobindo, Poet of Savitri', he sings: "O thou, illumined by His light
beyond the ken of the reasoning mind, Who cam'st to us to elucidate
what none before thee had defined: Who attainedst to summit-vision, scaling
viewless heights, we bow to thee In fervent acclaim of thy aspiration
for Eternity."3 And Dilip Roy, giving beautiful poetic form to his guru's claim, writes: "Not in the miracle feats of science
will man ever find Salvation's key, Only His Grace can guide the soul
back home to His feet everlastingly."4
In a way this could be called a very brief sketch of Sri Aurobindo's philosophy. In other poems, too, Dilip Roy shows unhappy existence of ordinary human beings of this world with their limited capacity of apprehension. In still other poems he delineates gracious God and the greatness of his deputies who have attained sublimity through their practice of spirituality. In great humility, Dilip Roy puts himself in the first category of men and expresses his constant aspiration for spiritual transformation of his ordinary existence. In 'Sri Ramana Maharshi', he says:
"Can we, Sage, ever give a name To the Self that in our depths we want? Can we, Fate's puppets, own to shame Because we are so ignorant? Not knowing of life's goal supreme We thrill in Vaniti's displays,