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देह का कपड़ा देह की गरमी से देह पर ही सूखता है - कृष्णनाथ
मैंने जिन-जिन जगहों पे गाड़े थे अपने दूध के दांत वहां अब बड़े-खड़े पेड़ लहलहाते हैं
दूध का सफ़ेद तनों के कत्थई और पत्तों के हरे में लौटता है
जैसे लौटकर आता है कर्मा जैसे लौटकर आता है प्रेम जैसे विस्मृति में भी लौटकर आती है कहीं सुनी गई कोई धुन बचपन की मासूमियत बुढ़ापे के सन्निपात में लौटकर आती है
भीतर किसी खोह में छुपी रहती है तमाम मौन के बाद भी लौट आने को तत्पर रहती है हिंसा
लोगों का मन खोलकर देखने की सुविधा मिले तो हर कोई विश्वासघाती निकले सच तो यह है कि अनुवाद में वफ़ादारी कहीं आसान है किसी गूढ़ार्थ के अनुवाद में बेवफ़ाई हो जाए तो नकचढ़ी कविता नाता नहीं तोड़ लेती
मेरे भीतर पुरखों जैसी शांति है समकालीनों जैसा भय लताओं की तरह चढ़ता है अफ़सोस मेरे बदन पर अधपके अमरूद पेड़ से झरते हैं
मैं जो लिखता हूँ वह एक बच्चे की अंजुलियों से रिसता हुआ पानी है
इति
The Poet
गीत चतुर्वेदी
Geet Chaturvedi
1977 · 2010
Geet Chaturvedi is widely regarded as one of the most brilliant and aesthetically ambitious voices of twenty first century Hindi literature. Born in 1977 in Mumbai and spending much of his creative life in Bhopal, he moves fluidly across poetry, fiction, and profound critical essays. His writing addresses the intense urban isolation, existential anxieties, and fragmented memories of the modern individual. Chaturvedi writes with a deeply cinematic and visual vocabulary. His celebrated poetry collections like Aalaap Mein Girah and Minimum Main capture the profound melancholies of contemporary life without ever losing their lyrical beauty. Awarded the prestigious Bharat Bhushan Agarwal Award, his work has been translated into numerous international languages, proving the global resonance of his themes. He demands complete intellectual engagement from his readers. He represents a generation of writers who confidently place Hindi literature in direct conversation with global literary movements while remaining firmly rooted in Indian realities.
Paired Painting
Vyasa Dictating the Mahabharata to Ganesha
This sacred scene captures the monumental moment of the birth of the Mahabharata. The great sage Vyasa, a figure of immense wisdom and spiritual depth, sits in meditation beneath a tree, channeling the vast epic from the depths of his consciousness. Beside him, Lord Ganesha, the remover of obstacles and patron of letters, acts as the scribe. Using his own broken tusk as a stylus, Ganesha transcribes the verses as they flow from the lips of the sage. It is a profound testament to the collaboration between human wisdom and divine intellect, illustrating the dedication required to preserve eternal truth for future generations. The silence of their communion speaks louder than words, reminding us that all great knowledge is born from stillness and devoted service.
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