शृंगार· Shringara
01मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार
Main Nahin Aaya Tumhare Dwar
Shivamangal Singh 'Suman'
3 verses · ~12 lines · 1 min
7 verses · ~1 min
मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार पथ ही मुड़ गया था।
गति मिली, मैं चल पड़ा, पथ पर कहीं रुकना मना था राह अनदेखी, अजाना देश संगी अनसुना था।
चाँद सूरज की तरह चलता, न जाना रात दिन है किस तरह हम-तुम गए मिल, आज भी कहना कठिन है।
तन न आया माँगने अभिसार मन ही मन जुड़ गया था मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार पथ ही मुड़ गया था।।
देख मेरे पंख चल, गतिमय लता भी लहलहाई पत्र आँचल में छिपाए मुख- कली भी मुस्कराई ।
एक क्षण को थम गए डैने, समझ विश्राम का पल पर प्रबल संघर्ष बनकर, आ गई आँधी सदल-बल।
डाल झूमी, पर न टूटी, किंतु पंछी उड़ गया था मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार पथ ही मुड़ गया था।।
इति
The Poet
शिवमंगल सिंह ‘सुमन’
Shivamangal Singh 'Suman'
1915 · 2002
There is a particular form of literary courage that has nothing to do with defiance or rebellion the courage of choosing to remain human when circumstances press hard toward despair. Shivamangal Singh Suman possessed this courage in extraordinary measure. He wrote across the full breadth of the progressive literary movement in Hindi, and his work bears the mark of a mind that refused to choose between aesthetic beauty and social conscience, insisting with deep patience that both are necessary if poetry is to perform its highest function. His verses walk the razor's edge between lyric grace and the weight of lived suffering never collapsing into sentimentality, never hardening into polemic. Born in Unnao in 1915, Suman rose to lead Vikram University as its Vice Chancellor, becoming one of the rare figures who moved between the world of intellectual administration and the world of pure creative fire without losing his substance in either. He received the Padma Bhushan and Sahitya Akademi recognition, but his true monument is the quality of sustenance his verses have provided across generations of readers who found in him a poet who understood that the will to go on is, in itself, a form of sacred defiance.
Paired Painting
Devayani and Yayati
This evocative scene depicts the poignant meeting between Devayani, the daughter of the sage Shukracharya, and King Yayati. It captures a moment of deep mythological significance where fate intertwines the lives of a celestial princess and a mortal king. The artist portrays the nobility of their union with tender care, emphasizing the lush surroundings of the forest that mirror the burgeoning emotions of the encounter. Through the soft light and the deliberate posture of the figures, we see a story of destiny and divine connection that has echoed through the ages of Indian lore.
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If this held you
Four more, in the same key.
Chosen for their rasa and their register, not their popularity. Each one carries some part of what Vivashata carries.
