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नहीं लिखा गया तो एक ओर रख दिया कागज बंद कर दिया ढक्कन पेन का और बैठ गया लगभग चुप माथा पकड़ कर।
'रूठ गए क्या?', आवाज आई अदृश्य हिलते हुए एक ओर रखे कागज से, 'हमें भी तो मिलनी चाहिए न कभी छुट्टी। पत्नी तो नहीं हैं न हम आपकी!'
बहुत देर तक सोचता रहा मैं सोचता रहा- पत्नी से क्यों की तुलना कविता ने?
करता रहा देर तक हट हट गर्दन निकाल रहे अपराध बोध को।
खोजता रह गया कितने ही शब्द कुतर्कों के पक्ष में। बचाता रहा विचारों को स्त्री विमर्श से।
पर कहाँ था इतना आसान निकलना कविता की मार से!
रह गया बस दाँत निपोर कर-- कौन समझ पाया है तुम्हें आज तक ठीक से कविता?
'पर समझना तो होगा ही न तुम्हें कवि।' आवाज फिर आई थी और मैं देख रहा था एक ओर पड़ा कागज फिर हिल रहा था।
इति
The Poet
दिविक रमेश
Divik Ramesh
1946 · 1980s
Divik Ramesh occupies a highly respected position in Hindi literature as a writer who treats both adult and children's poetry with equal intellectual rigor. Born Ramesh Chand Sharma in 1946 in Delhi, he dedicated his career to teaching while simultaneously building a vast and diverse body of literary work. He writes with a profound awareness of social inequalities and the quiet anxieties of modern urban life. His poetry collections, such as Khuli Aankhon Mein Aakash and Raste Ke Beech, are marked by a straightforward honesty that refuses to hide behind complex metaphors. Beyond his poetry for adults, he has made an immense contribution to children's literature, a field often overlooked by serious writers. Recognizing this lifelong dedication, he was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Bal Sahitya Puraskar in 2018. He has also translated extensively, building cultural bridges between Indian and South Korean literature. He is a writer who believes that literature must remain accessible, compassionate, and deeply rooted in human empathy.
Paired Painting
Ballad
This evocative piece captures a quiet, soul-stirring moment of musical contemplation. Maria Wiik, a Finnish artist of profound sensitivity, invites us to share in the solitude of a woman finding peace with her guitar. The sunlight filtering through the vines against the weathered wall speaks of a warm, Mediterranean afternoon where time slows down to the pace of a melody. It is a work that transcends mere depiction, offering instead a window into the inner life of the subject, whose humble grace reminds us of the universal language of music and the gentle dignity found in moments of rest.
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