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हम पंछी उन्मुक्त गगन के
दादी माँ
हिमालय की बेटियाँ
कठपुतली
मिठाईवाला
रक्त और हमारा शरीर
पापा खो गए नाटक (मराठी)
शाम एक किसान
चिड़िया की बच्ची
अपूर्व अनुभव
रहीम के दोहे
कंचा
एक तिनका
खानपान की बदलती तसवीर
नीलकंठ
भोर और बरखा
वीर कुँवर सिह जीवनी
संघर्ष के कारण मैं तुनुकमिजाज हो गयाःधनराज साक्षात्कार
आश्रम का अनुमानित व्यय
विप्लवगायन
Shiv Mangal Singh 'Suman' ne yeh kavita ek budhi dadi ke baare mein likhi hai. Aur ismein woh dikhate hain ki dadi maa apne pote-poti ke saath khelti hain, unhe stories sunati hain—par saath hi saath, unki zindagi mein ek gehri tanhai bhi hai. Bacche school chale jaate hain, aur dadi maa reh jaati hain apne purane memories ke saath. Toh unki life ek cycle hai—shaam ko bachon ka shor, aur din mein bilkul akelaapan.
Sawal 1: Dadi maa ko aakhir kis baat ko yaad karke so jaana chahiye? Jawaab: Dadi maa ko neend se pehle woh purane din yaad karne chahiye — apne bacchepan ke khel, apni dadi ki god mein baithke suni kahaniyan. Bas wohi. Wo waqt jab woh khud nanhi thi, jab unhe koi fikar nahi thi, jab duniya itni simple thi. Yeh sab yaad karke ek gehri shaanti milti hai, ek sukoon jo raat ko neend laane ke liye sabse zaroori cheez hai.
Sawal 2: Dadi maa ke saath aisa kya ho raha hai jo kavi ne 'na jaane kyun' kahkar bola hai? Jawab: Dekho, 'na jaane kyun' isliye kaha gaya hai kyunki jo dadi maa ke saath ho raha hai woh koi ajeeb baat nahi. Budhapa aata hai, sharir kamjor hota hai — yeh toh nature ka rule hai. Lekin andar ka mann abhi bhi bachpan mein atka hua hai. Wohi contradiction hai. Aur yahi contradiction kavi ko chhoot jaata hai, samjhe?
Yeh jo shabd kavita mein aaye hain—'latpatati, thartharati'—inka apna alag hi jaadu hai. Yeh onomatopoeic hain, matlab yeh sirf likhe nahi jaate, balki awaaz ko hi zinda kar dete hain. Aap inhe padhte hi mehsoos kar sakte hain ki kuch hil raha hai, kuch thar-thar kaanp raha hai. Aur yahi toh kavita ki jaan hai, hai na? Aise shabd use sirf sajawat nahi dete, balki uski rooh ko nikal kar saamne rakh dete hain. Zyada expressive, zyada jeevit, bilkul waise hi jaise koi baat karne ke bajaye aapke saamne woh manzar hi khada kar de.
Is kavita ka asli paigham bahut seedha hai — humein apne bade-buzurgon ko samajhna seekhna chahiye. Unki zindagi ki raftaar ab dheemi pad gayi hai, lekin andar woh bachpan ka josh aaj bhi zinda hai. Woh abhi bhi khilkhilana chahte hain. Humein bas unke paas baithna hai, unki baatein dil se sunni hain. Isi mein toh asli baat hai. Yeh kavita dadi-dada ki ahmiyat ko aur unke saath hamare rishte ki gehrai ko saamne rakhti hai — woh rishta jo kabhi bhi kamzor nahi padna chahiye.