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The Death of Jatayu

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बैठे हैं दो टीलें

Baithe Hain Do Tile

Naresh Saxena
1 min read 4 versesSadnessEveningSilence

4 verses · ~1 min

तनिक देर और आसपास रहें चुप रहें, उदास रहें, जाने फिर कैसी हो जाए यह शाम।

एक-एक कर पीले पत्तों का टूटते चले जाना, इतने चुपचाप, और तुम्हारा पलकें झपकाकर प्रश्नों को लौटा लेना अपने आप।

दूर-दूर सड़क के किनारे पर सूखे पत्तो के धुंधुआते से ढेर, एक तरफ़ बैठे हैं दो टीले गुमसुम-से पीठ फेर-फेर,

डूब रहा सभी कुछ अन्धेरे में चुप्पी के घेरे में पेड़ों पर चिड़ियों ने डाला कुहराम।

इति

Naresh Saxena

The Poet

नरेश सक्सेना

Naresh Saxena

1939 · 2001

Naresh Saxena holds a singular and fascinating position in contemporary Hindi literature as a man who brought the exactitude of science into the heart of poetry. Born in 1939 in Gwalior and trained as an engineer, he did not publish his first poetry collection, Samudra Par Ho Rahi Hai Baarish, until he was sixty one years old. Yet, his literary presence had already been firmly established through decades of publication in prestigious journals. Saxena writes with a unique physiological and environmental awareness. He constructs his poems not out of abstract romanticism, but from the physical mechanics of the natural world and the complex realities of modern survival. His language is spare, precise, and completely devoid of unnecessary ornamentation. Alongside his poetry, he is an acclaimed playwright whose drama Aadmi Ka Aa has been staged thousands of times, and a filmmaker who won a National Film Award for his directorial work. He demonstrates that a poet does not need to abandon the rational world to understand the human soul.

The Death of Jatayu

Paired Painting

The Death of Jatayu

This profound work captures one of the most heartrending moments from the Ramayana, where the noble vulture king Jatayu lies fallen after a valiant, selfless battle against Ravana to protect Mother Sita. The artist, A.H. Muller, imbues the scene with a heavy, somber dignity. We see the final moments of a hero who gave his life for dharma, while Sita, in her grief, kneels to comfort the dying bird king. Ravana stands as a towering, imposing shadow behind them, representing the darkness that sought to prevail. It is a poignant meditation on sacrifice, loyalty, and the eternal struggle between light and shadow, rendered with the emotive realism that defined Muller's approach to our sacred epics.

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