हास्य· Hasya
01गाती हूँ मैं
Gati Hoon Main
Bharatendu Harishchandra
8 verses · ~13 lines · 1 min
Hasya
नींद आती ही नहीं
Neend Aati Hi Nahin
Bharatendu Harishchandra 2 min read 9 versesग़ज़लghazalहास्य
9 verses · ~2 min
हज़ल (हास्य ग़ज़ल)
नींद आती ही नहीं धड़के की बस आवाज़ से तंग आया हूँ मैं इस पुरसोज़ दिल के साज से
दिल पिसा जाता है उनकी चाल के अन्दाज़ से हाथ में दामन लिए आते हैं वह किस नाज़ से
सैकड़ों मुरदे जिलाए ओ मसीहा नाज़ से मौत शरमिन्दा हुई क्या क्या तेरे ऐजाज़ से
बाग़वां कुंजे कफ़स में मुद्दतों से हूँ असीर अब खुलें पर भी तो मैं वाक़िफ नहीं परवाज़ से
कब्र में राहत से सोए थे न था महशर का खौफ़ वाज़ आए ए मसीहा हम तेरे ऐजाज़ से
बाए गफ़लत भी नहीं होती कि दम भर चैन हो चौंक पड़ता हूँ शिकस्तः होश की आवाज़ से
नाज़े माशूकाना से खाली नहीं है कोई बात मेरे लाश को उठाए हैं वे किस अन्दाज़ से
कब्र में सोए हैं महशर का नहीं खटका ‘रसा’ चौंकने वाले हैं कब हम सूर की आवाज़ से
इति
The Poet
भारतेंदु हरिश्चंद्र
Bharatendu Harishchandra
1850 · 1885
Bharatendu Harishchandra stands at the exact crossroads where classical Indian tradition met the fierce urgency of modern national consciousness. Born in Varanasi in 1850 and living a brief but meteorically impactful life until 1885, he is universally acknowledged as the father of modern Hindi literature. Before Harishchandra, Hindi poetry was largely confined to the courtly and devotional aesthetics of Braj Bhasha. He bravely shifted the literary medium to Khari Boli, standardizing the language and making it a powerful vehicle for public discourse, social reform, and anticolonial resistance. Through literary journals like Kavi Vachan Sudha and groundbreaking plays like Andher Nagari, he documented the economic exploitation of India under British rule while simultaneously critiquing orthodoxies within his own society. He wrote with sharp satirical wit, deep patriotism, and an unwavering commitment to cultural awakening. To read his work is to witness the exact moment when the Hindi language found its modern voice.
Paired Painting
Parvati and the Bania's Son
In this evocative scene from the folklore of the Deccan, we witness a moment of profound spiritual intervention. A devoted wife, having pleaded with the divine mother Parvati for the life of her husband, finds her prayers answered with miraculous grace. The painting captures the quiet, domestic tension of the household, where the serpent, a symbol of impending fate, emerges from the earthen vessel as if yielding to a higher power. It serves as a gentle reminder of the enduring faith that permeates Indian daily life, where the sacred and the mundane coexist in intimate harmony.
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If this held you
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Chosen for their rasa and their register, not their popularity. Each one carries some part of what Neend Aati Hi Nahin carries.
