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इक लम्हा ख़ुशी के लिये दुनिया सफ़र में है
Ik Lamha Khushi Ke Liye Duniya Safar Mein Hai
Amitabh Tripathi ‘Amit’7 verses · ~1 min
इक लम्हा खु़शी के लिये दुनिया सफ़र में है मालूम नहीं दर तेरा किस रहगुजर में है
मुरझा चुकी हैं खिल के तमन्नायें नामुराद गोया हमारा दिल भी किसी तंग दर में है
मैं भी बुझूँगा एक दिन और तू भी आफ़ताब फिर इतनी तपिश क्यूँ तेरी तिरछी नज़र में है
फ़ित्रत है एक जैसी सितारों की जमी की इक जल रहे हैं दूसरी जलते शहर में है
ऐ तालिबाने-फ़िरक़ापरस्ती[1] कभी तो सोच ये आग फूँक देगी जो कुछ तेरे घर में है
हम आये मदावाये-दिलआज़ुर्दः[2] को ’अमित’ इक वहशियाना भूक मिरे चाराग़र[3] में है
शब्दार्थ:
इति
The Poet
अमिताभ त्रिपाठी 'अमित'
Amitabh Tripathi ‘Amit’
Amitabh Tripathi 'Amit' belongs to a rare class of contemporary Hindi poets who write to hold up an unflinching mirror to society. His verse is stripped of complex academic jargon and strikes directly at the center of modern Indian realities. In works like his celebrated poem "Bas Itna Sa Samachar Hai" (This is All the News There Is), Tripathi captures the everyday ironies, widespread corruption, and moral compromises of the present age with devastating precision. He dismantles hollow idealism and gives a powerful voice to the common man navigating a broken system. To read Amitabh Tripathi is to be awakened from civic slumber. His poems are not merely complaints; they are urgent pleas for a return to collective conscience and integrity.
Paired Painting
Benares, the banks of the Ganges
In this evocative masterpiece, Tancrede Bastet captures the eternal rhythm of Varanasi, a city that breathes through its ancient ghats. The painting invites us to stand upon the sun-warmed steps of the Ganges, witnessing a timeless intersection of the human and the divine. The golden light of the subcontinent pours over the terracotta spires, reflecting the deep devotion of those who gather at the water's edge to perform their sacred rites. Bastet handles his brush with a profound sense of reverence, honoring the quiet dignity of the pilgrims and the weight of history that hangs heavy in the humid air. It is a work that transcends mere observation, acting instead as a humble bridge between the Western academic tradition and the vast, uncontainable soul of India.
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