“I roam around the world carrying the burden of life… still I roam around with love in life…” These lines are the scholar of literature and the life poet-lyricist of Hindi poetry Harivanshrai Bachchan Did. Bachchan’s personality modern hindi poetry Such is the personality of Vishnu, who speaks of friendship and love even in opposition, who takes the ‘burden of world-life’ upon himself and speaks of love in return… Through the symbols of ‘Hala and Pyala’, the despair of the era Have the courage to convert it into fun. Reading Bachchan ji’s poems is like wandering in the subtle beauty splendor of Indralok, an easy, sweet touch of emotions.
Bachchan ji did not just write poems, but also lived them. In fact, he is a soulful poet of life’s struggle to beautify the public mind. How beautiful, to even think that a poet lives for centuries through his creations and becomes eternally alive in the minds of his readers. In the hearts of literature lovers, Bachchan ji shines like that cool moon, whose brightness has increased progressively instead of remaining constant.
Bachchan ji wrote poems as well as stories, this is a matter of early days. He wanted to become a storyteller himself, as it comes to hear and know from the writer-friends of his time, but Hindustan Academy did not accept his story-collection, so he went in the direction of poetry. First collection of poems in 1932 ‘Tera Haar’ He was encouraged by the publication of K. and then the ink of the pen never ended, the pen kept moving. He Kavi Sammelan Used to be his life, as soon as he came on the stage, the whole hall used to echo with thunderous applause. There would be hardly any person, who did not like his poems, who criticized, in solitude he also appreciated his poems.
Whenever the name of great poet Harivansh Rai Bachchan comes to mind, before calling him a poet, he automatically writes ‘dear poet’. Their struggles and challenges have their own separate story. His poems which make even the light of the sun fade, will always smell like sandalwood. No matter how much is written about him, it will probably be less.
Presenting here are five selected poems of Bachchan ji on love, union and separation, the beauty of whose words have not diminished even today, but in the years to come their color will emerge more….
1)
Jealousy is also sweet in the moment of love
I know that the city of beloved is far away,
But the exam has to happen one day,
Even the weariness of the path of love is sweet;
Jealousy is also sweet in the moment of love.
The fire did not accept the obstacle of the rock forest,
The wall of the body is melting in Bhujpash,
Burning at the door of love is also sweet;
Jealousy is also sweet in the moment of love.
A raging storm is blowing in the breath,
But this is Malayanil to me today,
The shelter of the lion of love is also sweet;
Jealousy is also sweet in the moment of love.
What will be satisfied with the juice particles there,
You take life from these kisses,
Even death is sweet in the moment of love;
Jealousy is also sweet in the moment of love.
2)
Pran, tell me, today you are for me
I am no longer afraid of the heat of the world,
I don’t fear the curse of time anymore,
Today you have cast a shadow on me;
Pran, tell me, today you are for me.
My night, my makeup of the night,
Today I am talking to half the world,
You have given me the rights on the lips;
Pran, tell me, today you are for me.
What good is that to me in the form of Sura,
Will he be deceived by the taste of Sudha?
Those who have drunk the honey poison of your lips;
Pran, tell me, today you are for me.
The day before yesterday you were alive and dead.
I got the armband mustard too,
I am immortal now, don’t say you are only alive;
Pran, tell me, today you are for me.
3)
Dear, there is a lot of night left, don’t go now
in a dream
What are the clocks,
I have put out the fire
The blossoms that were left,
to my limited fortune
And don’t do small,
Dear, there is a lot of night left, don’t go now.
still in limbo
It was the voice of the lips,
Was able to articulate with ‘yes-no’
whose love story
was just a role
Hesitating moment said,
Dear, there is a lot left, don’t go now;
Dear, there is a lot of night left, don’t go now.
Nabh’s arms are lying loose
Rajni’s body in me,
moon in moonshine
is drowned, deluded,
but by now forgotten
in the dusty streets,
Don’t go now dear, silent aquatic creature;
Dear, there is a lot of night left, don’t go now.
Night will extinguish true dreams
inexplicable riddle,
somehow the day passes
Everyone’s life, friend,
till the stars twinkle
I will strengthen my mind
Dear, the morning is far away, don’t go now;
Dear, there is a lot of night left, don’t go now.
4)
Where am I, where is my Ragini
The world binds me, time binds me
Have you tied me in chains and nets,
But at the free will of my imagination;
Where am I, where is my Ragini!
Dust particles have climbed on my head,
The numbers are some of the spear’s creations like this
But Amber is bound by my feelings;
Where am I, where is my Ragini!
I can’t love Kusum
I can’t lay my hands on Kali,
But my lust is exhausted;
Where am I, where is my Ragini!
I am silent, when I am able to pour out the ocean,
Stupid, when I play with the waves of my mind,
But Mary Ragini is uninhibited;
Where am I, where is my Ragini!
5)
summer morning
summer morning wind
When playing with Bella
Then I remember you.
When I went through my mind a million times-
Fair of dreams has come,
when i desperately waited
The era suffered every moment of water,
those two ways of meeting
I saw my shadow,
that day was the only day for me
She was a fiddle to me;
flying shadow clocks
Long ago but since then,
summer morning breeze
When playing with Bella
Then I remember you.
With whom you said that day
The form of hair was decorated,
their Saurabh before you
came to see me
make an alliance
From you, from those fickle clocks,
from the happiness that I had that day
was contained between the souls;
when she smells
Don’t know why the heart sits down;
summer morning wind,
dear, when the cold sighs
Then I remember you.
summer morning breeze
When playing with Bella
Then I remember you.
where Chitwan went
Soils showered flowers,
intoxicating smiles my
dock filled with petals
come hand in hand
bunches of flowers in Anjali,
when you on my lips
held the tenderness of the lips,
It is the arrow of Kusumayudha
penetrated my gap!
summer morning wind
kiss the buds when shivering
Then I remember you.
summer morning wind
When playing with Bella
Then I remember you.
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Tags: harivansh rai bachchan, Hindi Literature, Not poetry, Hindi Writer, Poem
FIRST PUBLISHED : July 14, 2023, 22:41 IST
