कवि लिख कर सुना सकता है
बीवी बच्चों को:
"वो 16 वें साल का लम्स
जब तुम
अमलतास सी झुकीं थी मुझ पर
और मैं
आंच सा उठा था..."
कवयित्री
"दरवाज़े से दरीचे तक*"
भी नहीं।
कवि लिख सकता है -
"सुनो द्रौपदी शस्त्र उठा लो
अब गोविंद ना आएंगे**"
कवयित्री
"तुम्हारे साथ खाना मुझे अच्छा लगता है
तुम्हारे जूठे बर्तन उठाना नहीं। ***"
भी नहीं।
कवि कविता लिखने से पहले
चाय पीता है
कवयित्री
रसोई समेटती है
कवि और कवयित्री होना
समान नहीं है।
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Notes:
* - Darwaze se dareeche tak is a nazm by the Urdu poetess - Dr. Tarannum Riyaaz. It speaks about the loneliness felt by a woman her whole life as her husband ignores her and leaves her alone to manage the house, kids, and her own loneliness. The poetess mentioned, while reciting this piece, that she is questioned every time she recites this one, because the audience knows both her and her husband. Even though she said it in jest, the sheer pain in the nazm was raw and real. Many years later, what remains with me is not just the brilliance of the piece itself, but also her having to preface it with "Don't question me after this. Every time i recite the nazm, the audience knows both the husband and me, and there is a QnA." Unfortunately, I am not able to find that nazm anywhere. I only heard it from her once in a private poetry gathering.
** A poem by Nepali poet - Pushyamitra Upadhyaya, exhorting women to bear arms, with reference to a narrative from the Mahabharata. The text of the poem is:
सुनो द्राैपदी ! शस्त्र उठालो अब गोविंद ना आएंगे...
छोड़ो मेहंदी खड्ग संभालो
खुद ही अपना चीर बचा लो
द्यूत बिछाए बैठे शकुनि,
...मस्तक सब बिक जाएंगे
सुनो द्राैपदी ! शस्त्र उठालो अब गोविंद ना आएंगे...कब तक आस लगाओगी तुम, बिक़े हुए अखबारों से
कैसी रक्षा मांग रही हो दुःशासन दरबारों से
स्वयं जो लज्जाहीन पड़े हैं
वे क्या लाज बचाएंगे
सुनो द्राैपदी ! शस्त्र उठालो अब गोविंद ना आएंगे...कल तक केवल अंधा राजा, अब गूंगा-बहरा भी है
होंठ सिल दिए हैं जनता के, कानों पर पहरा भी है
तुम ही कहो ये अंश्रु तुम्हारे,
किसको क्या समझाएंगे?
सुनो द्राैपदी ! शस्त्र उठालो अब गोविंद ना आएंगे...
- पुष्यमित्र उपाध्याय*** Another poem by a poetess that I read on facebook. The poem speaks about micro daily inequity. The wife writes that she loves eating with her husband, but not picking up his dirty plate after him every day. She loves going out with him, but not picking up his shoes and taking them from the sofa to the shoe rack.. and so on. Again, cannot find the poem online.
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