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(१) सँभल सँभल के’ बहुत पाँव धर रहा हूँ मैं पहाड़ी ढाल से जैसे उतर रहा हूँ मैं क़दम क़दम पे मुझे टोकता है दिल ऐसे गुनाह कोई बड़ा जैसे कर रहा हूँ मैं।
(२) तरस रहा है मन फूलों की नई गंध पाने को खिली धूप में, खुली हवा में, गाने मुसकाने को तुम अपने जिस तिमिरपाश में मुझको क़ैद किए हो वह बंधन ही उकसाता है बाहर आ जाने को।
(३) गीत गाकर चेतना को वर दिया मैंने आँसुओं से दर्द को आदर दिया मैंने प्रीत मेरी आत्मा की भूख थी, सहकर ज़िंदगी का चित्र पूरा कर दिया मैंने
(४) जो कुछ भी दिया अनश्वर दिया मुझे नीचे से ऊपर तक भर दिया मुझे ये स्वर सकुचाते हैं लेकिन तुमने अपने तक ही सीमित कर दिया मुझे।
शब्दार्थ: तिमिरपाश = अंधेरे का बंधन
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
Sunset in the Caucasus Mountains
Ilya Nikolaevich Zankovsky poured his deep fascination with rugged topography and atmospheric majesty into his depictions of the Caucasus. This painting captures a fleeting twilight where the eternal snows of towering mountain peaks catch the dying embers of the sun. The artist uses confident brushwork and a subtle interplay of warm and cool tones to evoke the profound silence and spiritual solitude of the high peaks, bearing witness to the immense scale of nature.
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