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तुम अपनी दो आँखों से देखती हो एक दृश्य दो हाथों से करती हो एक काम दो पाँवों से दो रास्तों पर नहीं एक ही पर चलती हो
सुनो चारुशिला! एक रंग और एक रंग मिलकर एक ही रंग होता है एक बादल और एक बादल मिलकर एक ही बादल होता है एक नदी और एक नदी मिलकर एक ही नदी होती है
नदी नहीं होंगे हम बादल नहीं होंगे हम रंग नहीं होंगे तो फिर क्या होंगे अच्छा ज़रा सोचकर बताओ कि एक मैं और तुम मिलकर कितने हुए
क्या कोई बता सकता है कि तुम्हारे बिन मेरी एक वसंत ऋतु कितने फूलों से बन सकती है और अगर तुम हो तो क्या मैं बना नहीं सकता एक तारे से अपना आकाश
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
Urvashi
This poignant scene captures a fleeting moment from the eternal romance of the celestial nymph Urvashi and the mortal king Pururava. In a narrative steeped in longing, the painting depicts the ethereal Urvashi as she ascends back to the heavens, leaving her earthly lover behind. Raja Ravi Varma masterfully portrays the heartbreak of separation, freezing a moment where the physical laws of gravity seem to bow before the weight of divine sorrow. Her garment, caught in the hand of the bereft king, symbolizes the desperate, human attempt to hold onto something that belongs to the stars. It is a work that breathes with the melancholy of myth, reminding us of the profound divide between the mortal heart and the celestial domain.
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