6 verses · ~1 min
मुखौटों से झाइयाँ नहीं छिपतीं पूरा का पूरा चेहरा छिप जाता है सबको पता चल जाता है कि सब कुछ छिपा दिया गया है
भला ऐसे छिपने-छिपाने का क्या मतलब
छिपो तो इस तरह कि किसी को पता नहीं चले कि तुम छिपे हुए हो जैसे कोई छिपा होता है हवस में तो कोई अवसरवाद में
कुछ चालाक लोग तो विचारधारा तक में छिप जाते हैं
कोई सूचनाओं में छिप जाता है तो कोई विश्लेषण में कोई अज्ञान में तो कोई इच्छाओं में
और कवि तो अक्सर अपनी कायरता में छिपा होता है ।
इति
The Poet
मदन कश्यप
Madan Kashyap
1954 · 2000
Madan Kashyap stands as a deeply grounded voice in contemporary Hindi poetry, writing with a fierce protective instinct for the marginalized communities of India. Born in 1954 in Bihar, his verse confronts the harsh realities of rural displacement, neo imperialism, and the crushing weight of global capitalism on agrarian life. In collections like Lekin Udaas Hai Prithvi, he strips away all artificial romanticism to reveal the stark, unfiltered truth of survival. He possesses a remarkably sharp political conscience, yet his poems never devolve into mere propaganda. Instead, they resonate with a deep, aching empathy for those who have been left behind by modern progress. Kashyap writes to ensure that the silent struggles of the peasantry and the working class are permanently recorded in the literary history of the nation.
Paired Painting
Lady Applying Alta
Hemendranath Mazumdar possessed a rare and poetic ability to capture the quiet, domestic grace of Bengali women. In this intimate composition, the artist focuses on a solitary moment of ritualistic preparation. The application of alta, a vibrant red dye, to the feet is a deeply rooted cultural tradition symbolizing auspiciousness and feminine beauty. Mazumdar uses soft, light-filled brushwork to render the folds of the white sari, creating a visual harmony that feels both private and eternal. His mastery of the human form, influenced by academic training, elevates an ordinary household act into a scene of quiet, spiritual dignity, reflecting the elegance of early twentieth century Indian life.
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