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पहली अनुभूति: गीत नहीं गाता हूँ
बेनक़ाब चेहरे हैं, दाग़ बड़े गहरे हैं टूटता तिलिस्म आज सच से भय खाता हूँ गीत नहीं गाता हूँ लगी कुछ ऐसी नज़र बिखरा शीशे सा शहर
अपनों के मेले में मीत नहीं पाता हूँ गीत नहीं गाता हूँ
पीठ मे छुरी सा चांद राहू गया रेखा फांद मुक्ति के क्षणों में बार बार बंध जाता हूँ गीत नहीं गाता हूँ
दूसरी अनुभूति: गीत नया गाता हूँ
टूटे हुए तारों से फूटे बासंती स्वर पत्थर की छाती मे उग आया नव अंकुर झरे सब पीले पात कोयल की कुहुक रात
प्राची मे अरुणिम की रेख देख पता हूँ गीत नया गाता हूँ
टूटे हुए सपनों की कौन सुने सिसकी अन्तर की चीर व्यथा पलको पर ठिठकी हार नहीं मानूँगा, रार नहीं ठानूँगा,
काल के कपाल पे लिखता मिटाता हूँ गीत नया गाता हूँ
इति
The Poet
अटल बिहारी वाजपेयी
Atal Bihari Vajpayee
1924 · 2018
History offers, very rarely, the spectacle of a man who carries two entirely distinct and equally demanding vocations simultaneously, not one masking the other, not one subordinate to the other, but both fully alive and fully authentic. Atal Bihari Vajpayee was statesman and poet with equal integrity, and this duality was not a paradox to be explained but a wholeness to be witnessed. As Prime Minister, he navigated nuclear tests, Kargil, the Lahore Bus Yatra, and the complex geopolitics of a rising nation with a gravity and steadiness that history continues to assess. But when he set down the instruments of power and lifted the pen, he became something else entirely, a solitary voice in conversation with the deepest questions of existence. His poems do not announce themselves. They arrive quietly, like a man who has seen too much to need to raise his voice. They speak of loneliness within crowds, of the strange distance between public duty and private grief, of the question that haunts every thinking person who has wielded great responsibility: what was it all for? Born on Christmas Day in Gwalior in 1924, Vajpayee passed into the ages in 2018, leaving a dual inheritance, a republic he helped steady, and a body of verse that ensured the man beneath the statesman would never be forgotten.
Paired Painting
Rama Breaks the Bow
This profound work captures a pivotal moment of destiny from the Ramayana, where the youthful Prince Rama draws the divine bow of Shiva. In this sacred instant, the tension of the string mirrors the weight of dharma, as Rama proves his celestial nature to the gathered assembly. Raja Ravi Varma masterfully imbues the scene with a sense of quiet grace, anchoring the divine within a recognizable, human architecture, and inviting the viewer to witness the transition from human prince to the prophesied hero of the ages.
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