हास्य· Hasya
01दिल्ली
Delhi
Alhad Bikaneri
1 verse · ~7 lines · 1 min
Hasya
शहर मुझको तेरे सारे मुहल्ले याद आते हैं
Shahar Mujhko Tere Saare Muhalle Yaad Aate Hain
Amitabh Tripathi ‘Amit’ 2 min read 8 versesशहरयादेंचाय
8 verses · ~2 min
शहर मुझको तेरे सारे मुहल्ले याद आ्ते हैं दुकाँ पर चाय की बैठे निठल्ले याद आते हैं
म्यूनिसपैलिटी के बेरोशन चराग़ों की कसम मुझको उठाईगीर जेबकतरे चिबिल्ले याद आते हैं
तबेलों और पिगरी फार्म का अधिकार पार्कों पर खुजाती तन मिसेज डॉग्गी औऽ पिल्ले याद आते हैं
मैं हाथी पार्क के हाथी पे रख कर हाथ कहता हूँ नवोदित प्रेम के कितने ही छल्ले याद आते हैं
वो इन्वर्टर का अन्तिम साँस लेकर बन्द हो जाना जब आई रात में बिजली तो हल्ले याद आते हैं
सड़क के उत्खनन को भूल से यदि भूल भी जाऊँ तो टूटे दाँत और माथे के गुल्ले याद आते हैं
गुज़रता है कभी जब काफ़िला नव-कर्णधारों का मुझे सर्कस के जोकर से पुछल्ले याद आते हैं
सिविल लाइन्स में है मॉल-ओ-मल्टीप्लेक्स की दुनियाँ के दिन ढलते खिलीबाँछों के कल्ले याद आते हैं
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
Hyderabad, India street scene
This evocative scene transports the viewer to the sun drenched streets of Hyderabad during the final decade of the 19th century. Woldemar Friedrich captures a moment of gentle daily life, where the imposing architecture of the city, characterized by its delicate minarets and stone masonry, stands in quiet contrast to the bustling activity of the thoroughfare. We see a vibrant tapestry of existence, where bullock carts traverse the dusty path and local citizens move under the brilliant Indian sun. The painting serves as a bridge to a bygone era, preserving the rhythm of a culture that thrives amidst the ancient echoes of its own majestic surroundings. It is a testament to the artist's eye for detail, capturing not just a landscape, but the very soul of a city in motion.
Open the viewer →
If this held you
Four more, in the same key.
Chosen for their rasa and their register, not their popularity. Each one carries some part of what Shahar Mujhko Tere Saare Muhalle Yaad Aate Hain carries.
