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नज़र-नवाज़ नज़ारा बदल न जाए कहीं

Nazar-Nawaz Nazara Badal Na Jaaye Kahin

Dushyant Kumar
1 min read 7 verses

7 verses · ~1 min

नज़र-नवाज़ नज़ारा बदल न जाए कहीं जरा-सी बात है मुँह से निकल न जाए कहीं

वो देखते है तो लगता है नींव हिलती है मेरे बयान को बंदिश निगल न जाए कहीं

यों मुझको ख़ुद पे बहुत ऐतबार है लेकिन ये बर्फ आंच के आगे पिघल न जाए कहीं

चले हवा तो किवाड़ों को बंद कर लेना ये गरम राख़ शरारों में ढल न जाए कहीं

तमाम रात तेरे मैकदे में मय पी है तमाम उम्र नशे में निकल न जाए कहीं

कभी मचान पे चढ़ने की आरज़ू उभरी कभी ये डर कि ये सीढ़ी फिसल न जाए कहीं

ये लोग होमो-हवन में यकीन रखते है चलो यहां से चलें, हाथ जल न जाए कहीं

इति

Dushyant Kumar

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.

And We Are Laboring

Paired Painting

And We Are Laboring

Nicholas Roerich was a seeker of truth, whose soul found its home within the silent, majestic heights of the Himalayas. In this evocative piece from the Sancta series, he captures the intersection of human devotion and the eternal stillness of nature. The monasteries, perched precariously against the snow covered slopes, serve as a testament to the endurance of the human spirit. For Roerich, the act of painting these mountains was a sacred task, a bridge between the physical reality of the Tibetan landscape and the ethereal realms of the divine. The golden glow upon the walls of the dwellings symbolizes the inner light that sustains those who dedicate their lives to contemplation, existing in harmony with the frozen, crystalline world around them.

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