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कौन यहाँ आया था कौन दिया बाल गया सूनी घर-देहरी में ज्योति-सी उजाल गया
पूजा की बेदी पर गंगाजल भरा कलश रक्खा था, पर झुक कर कोई कौतुहलवश बच्चों की तरह हाथ डाल कर खंगाल गया
आँखों में तिरा आया सारा आकाश सहज नए रंग रँगा थका- हारा आकाश सहज पूरा अस्तित्व एक गेंद-सा उछाल गया
अधरों में राग, आग अनमनी दिशाओं में पार्श्व में, प्रसंगों में व्यक्ति में, विधाओं में साँस में, शिराओं में पारा-सा ढाल गया|
इति
The Poet
दुष्यंत कुमार
Dushyant Kumar
1933 · 1975
Dushyant Kumar did something that required a radical courage most artists never summon. He took a form synonymous with moonlit nights and the ache of unfulfilled romance and dragged it into the burning lanes where injustice stank and the ordinary man had no language for his helplessness. Born in 1931 in Uttar Pradesh, he dismantled the ornamental tradition of the Urdu ghazal and rebuilt it in Hindi as a weapon of the dispossessed. His singular collection Saaye Mein Dhoop became one of the most quietly devastating documents in the entire tradition of modern Hindi literature. The Emergency of 1975 gave his verses a context that proved them prophetic. Unlike mere political poetry, his words outlasted their moment to become permanent fixtures in the vocabulary of Indian dissent. He wrote not with a scholar's distance but with the shaking hands of someone who had looked injustice in the face and refused to flinch. He died at forty four, leaving behind a body of work so concentrated and incandescent that its light has not dimmed in half a century. To read Dushyant Kumar is to understand that poetry's highest function is not consolation but confrontation.
Paired Painting
Gangavatarana
This luminous work captures the profound and sacred moment of the descent of the river Ganga from the celestial realms to the earth. Bhagiratha stands in fervent prayer on the right, his tapasya having finally pleased the gods, while Lord Shiva stands majestically in the center, preparing to break the crushing force of the mighty river upon his matted locks. Above, the goddess Ganga descends in a soft, ethereal glow, her form luminous and fluid against the atmospheric sky. To the left, a devoted mortal woman and a gentle white Nandi witness the divine intervention with awe and reverence. Raja Ravi Varma masterfully bridges the gap between heavenly grandeur and earthly devotion, infusing the Puranic tale with a tangible sense of divine grace and spiritual awakening.
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