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शकरपारे की लम्बी डली को छाँपे चिपकी चीटियाँ हैं या सन 47 में बँट गई ज़मीन के उस पार से आती ठसाठस कोई ट्रेन
सबसे बड़ा छल इतिहास के साथ हुआ इतिहास के नाम पर इतिहास के खिलाफ़ याददाश्त बढ़ाने की दवा बहुत बन गईं कोई ऐसी दवा बनाओ जिससे भूल जाया जाए सब
उस प्रोटॉन की मज़बूरी समझो जो चाहे जितनी बगावत कर ले रहना उसे इलेक्ट्रॉन के दायरे में ही है निरन्तर भटकन की अभिशप्त गति से
अपने ही पानी में डूब गया कोई बदबख़्त समुद्र
एक दिन जब मर चुकी होगी मेरी भाषा किस भाषा में पढ़ोगे तुम मेरी भाषा का मर्सिया इसकी तस्वीर पर टँगे फूल को कहोगे किस भाषा में कौन-सा फूल?
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
Lady Playing the Swarbat
This breathtaking portrait represents a pinnacle of Raja Ravi Varma's ability to synthesize European academic techniques with the profound sensibilities of Indian culture. The sitter is widely identified as Anjanibai Malpekar, a doyenne of the Bhendibazaar gharana whose beauty was as legendary as her divine voice. She is shown with her swarbat, a rare stringed instrument that bridges the gap between the veena and the sarod. Varma captures her in a moment of quietude, her fingers poised with a delicacy that suggests the lingering resonance of a raga. The deep blue of her blouse and the radiant, shimmering gold of her saree contrast masterfully against the shadowy, atmospheric background, drawing the viewer's eye to her serene and dignified countenance. There is a palpable sacredness in her gaze; she is not merely a model, but a living vessel of India's rich musical heritage.
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