7 verses · ~1 min
कोई अपना छोड़ साथ यों चला गया किस ओर
टप-टप-टप-टप बरसे पानी टूटा सपन सलोना अंदर-अंदर तिरता जाऊँ भींगा कोना-कोना
चीख़ रहा है पल-छिन छिन-पल अपने मन का मोर
किसने जाना कहाँ तलक उड़ पाएगी गौरैया किसने जाना कहाँ और कब मुड़ जाएगी नैया
जान गए भी तो क्या होगा समय बड़ा है चोर
पास हमारे आओगे कब साथी साथ निभाने हाथ पकड़कर ले चलना तब मुझको किसी ठिकाने
मिलन हमारा ले आयेगी खुशियों की तब भोर
इति
The Poet
अवनीश सिंह चौहान
Avaneesh Singh Chauhan
1972 · 2010
Avaneesh Singh Chauhan represents a fresh and necessary voice in contemporary Hindi literature, particularly in his efforts to revitalize traditional lyrical forms for a modern audience. Born in 1979 in the Etawah district of Uttar Pradesh, he has dedicated his literary career to the Navgeet movement and the adaptation of Haiku into the Hindi language. He does not write from the isolation of an ivory tower. Instead, his poetry addresses the environmental decay, social fragmentation, and rural displacement that define twenty-first-century India. Chauhan serves as the executive editor of the literary journal Naye Purane, where he actively fosters dialogue between established literary figures and emerging writers. Through his poetry and critical essays, he proves that ancient poetic rhythms can perfectly articulate the anxieties of the modern world. He is a careful observer of everyday life, using short verse and melodic compositions to document the quiet realities that often escape mainstream attention.
Paired Painting
Untitled (Disappointed)
In this poignant composition, Jogesh Chandra Seal captures the quiet, heavy ache of human longing. We see a young woman retreating into the shadows of a great tree, her posture reflecting a soul turned inward by sorrow or unfulfilled expectation. She stands beside a peacock, a traditional symbol of love and longing in Indian aesthetics, yet the bird appears as a silent witness to her solitude rather than a partner in joy. The painting invites us to empathize with the universal experience of disappointment, expressed here through the delicate folds of her sari and the downcast gaze that speaks volumes of a heart burdened by its own secrets. It is a masterful study of the quiet moments when life does not unfold as we once dared to dream.
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