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Harishchandra and Taramati

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किसी का दीप निष्ठुर हूँ

Kisi Ka Deep Nishthur Hoon

Mahadevi Varma
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शलभ मैं शपमय वर हूँ! किसी का दीप निष्ठुर हूँ!

ताज है जलती शिखा; चिनगारियाँ शृंगारमाला; ज्वाल अक्षय कोष सी अंगार मेरी रंगशाला; नाश में जीवित किसी की साध सुन्दर हूँ!

नयन में रह किन्तु जलती पुतलियाँ आगार होंगी; प्राण में कैसे बसाऊँ कठिन अग्नि समाधि होगी; फिर कहाँ पालूँ तुझे मैं मृत्यु-मन्दिर हूँ!

हो रहे झर कर दृगों से अग्नि-कण भी क्षार शीतल; पिघलते उर से निकल निश्वास बनते धूम श्यामल; एक ज्वाला के बिना मैं राख का घर हूँ!

इति

Mahadevi Varma

The Poet

महादेवी वर्मा

Mahadevi Varma

1907 · 1987

Mahadevi Varma stands as the absolute pinnacle of lyrical mysticism in modern Hindi literature. Born in 1907 in Farrukhabad, she was a central pillar of the Chhayavaad romantic movement and is universally revered as the modern Meera for the intense spiritual devotion embedded in her verse. She lived a life of fierce intellectual independence. As the principal of the Prayag Mahila Vidyapeeth, she revolutionized women's education in India, while her literary salon in Allahabad became the epicenter of Hindi letters. Her poetic masterworks, including Yama, Nihar, and Rashmi, are profound meditations on sorrow, the eternal soul, and the quiet strength of the natural world. She did not merely write about pain. She transformed it into a vehicle for spiritual liberation. Honored with the Jnanpith Award in 1982 and the Padma Vibhushan, she passed away in 1987. She remains an immortal figure whose words continue to offer solace to anyone who has ever felt the ache of existential longing.

Harishchandra and Taramati

Paired Painting

Harishchandra and Taramati

This profound canvas brings to life one of the most heartbreaking trials of virtue found in Indian mythology, the story of King Harishchandra. Having relinquished his entire kingdom, his wealth, and his status to fulfill a vow of absolute truth, the righteous king finds himself serving as an outcast guardian at the cremation grounds. In this agonizing scene, Queen Taramati weeps bitterly as she brings the lifeless body of their young son Rohashwa for cremation, only to be confronted by her husband who must enforce the final funeral tax. Raja Ravi Varma captures the crushing weight of their supreme sacrifice with breathtaking emotional intensity, illuminating their grief through the flickering, melancholic flames of the funeral pyre.

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