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बिना तुम्हारी खबर लिये औ'बिना तुम्हारा नाम पुकारे, मैंने इस आजन्म कैद के कैसे इतने साल गुज़ारे!
बिना कहे कैसे बीतीं,इतने लंबे वर्षों की घड़ियां, रही पोंछती बीते छापे, रही बिसरती बिखरी कड़ियां! कितने शिशिर और सावन क्षितिजों तक दिशा-दिशा ने धारे!
अनगिन बर्षों में आईं अनगिन पूनम और अमावस, मुझको ऐसा लगा सामने रखा हुआ ज्यों कोरा काग़ज़! कितनी बार नृत्य ऋतुओं के, बिना तुम्हारा रूप निहारे!
कभी न पाती लिखी, न कोई लिखा नाम का कोई आखऱ, किन्तु डाकिये की पुकार सुन उठा वेग कुछ उर में आकर, मन मेंं उमड़ा कहीं पते पर लिखा न मेरा नाम उचारे!
दूर कर दिये स्वरमाला से कुछ आखऱ जो भूल सकूँ मैं, होठों पर ताला डाला जो कभी स्वरों के वेग बहूँ मैं लेकिन यत्न व्यर्थ, जिस रँग से पोते उसने और उभारे!
पानी डाला धो डालूँ, पर लगा रंग गहराता कपड़ा! बढ़ता गया उमर के सँग निजता को खो देने खतरा! कैसा नाम तुम्हारा जिसकी प्रतिध्वनि- हर ध्वनि में गुँजारे!
इति
The Poet
प्रतिभा सक्सेना
Pratibha Saxena
Dr. Pratibha Saxena holds a distinct and vital place in contemporary Hindi literature. Her work connects the rigorous intellectual demands of academia with the sensitive realities of human relationships. Born on February 9, 1938, in Madhya Pradesh, her life path took her from the lecture halls of Kanpur, where she worked as an educator, to a diasporic existence in the United States. This geographical shift is highly visible in her diverse literary output, which includes poetry, short stories, and satire. In collections like Uttar Katha and Seema Ke Bandhan, she examines the modern domestic sphere. She highlights the subtle constraints placed upon women and the shifting dynamics of family life with deep psychological insight. Her language carries a quiet and confident thoughtfulness that never shouts but still commands complete attention. Saxena has spent decades enriching Hindi literature, demonstrating that a writer can remain deeply rooted in their native culture while living far from home.

Paired Painting
Smriti
Hemendranath Majumdar was a master of the romantic gaze, capturing the quietude of the feminine soul with unparalleled grace. In this work, titled Smriti, he invites the viewer into a moment of profound introspection. The subject is draped in the signature wet sari style that defined Majumdar's contribution to Indian naturalism, evoking a sense of vulnerability and timeless elegance. Her downward glance suggests the weight of nostalgia, turning the viewer into a silent witness to a private memory. Through his brush, he elevates the domestic sphere into a site of spiritual reflection, blending European academic rigor with the soft, ethereal beauty characteristic of the Bengal aesthetic.
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