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फूले फूल बबूल कौन सुख, अनफूले कचनार
Phule Fool Babul Kaun Sukh, Anaphule Kachanar
Naresh Saxena3 verses · ~1 min
फूले फूल बबूल कौन सुख, अनफूले कचनार ।
वही शाम पीले पत्तों की गुमसुम और उदास वही रोज़ का मन का कुछ- खो जाने का एहसास टाँग रही है मन को एक नुकीले खालीपन से बहुत दूर चिड़ियों की कोई उड़ती हुई कतार । फूले फूल बबूल कौन सुख, अनफूले कचनार ।
जाने; कैसी-कैसी बातें सुना रहे सन्नाटे सुन कर सचमुच अंग-अंग में उग आते हैं काँटें बदहवास, गिरती-पड़ती-सी; लगीं दौड़ने मन में- अजब-अजब विकृतियाँ अपने वस्त्र उतार-उतार फूले फूल बबूल कौन सुख, अनफूले कचनार ।
इति
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.

Paired Painting
Untitled (Disappointed)
In this poignant composition, Jogesh Chandra Seal captures the quiet, heavy ache of human longing. We see a young woman retreating into the shadows of a great tree, her posture reflecting a soul turned inward by sorrow or unfulfilled expectation. She stands beside a peacock, a traditional symbol of love and longing in Indian aesthetics, yet the bird appears as a silent witness to her solitude rather than a partner in joy. The painting invites us to empathize with the universal experience of disappointment, expressed here through the delicate folds of her sari and the downcast gaze that speaks volumes of a heart burdened by its own secrets. It is a masterful study of the quiet moments when life does not unfold as we once dared to dream.
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