Monday 26 March 2018

KEDARNATH SINGH JI WILL BE WITH US ON WINGS OF POEMS.


 KEDARNATH SINGH JI WILL BE WITH US ON WINGS OF POEMS.


KEDAR JI HAD A NOBILITY AND GRACE LIKE HIS POETRY. HE RARELY DISCUSSED HIS PERSONAL PINK AND BLUE OF LIFE .

A constitutive  generation of Hindi Poetry is departing from us so rapidly. It is a very tragic and fearful scenario as very few poets are left behind who personify innate depth and radiance of poetry. Last year kunwar Narayan, Chanderkant Devtale, Doodhnath Singh and now Kedarnath Singh. Kedar Ji was free from major health issues, that generally have grip on persons of 80+ and everybody was quite hopeful that after recovering from Pneumonia, he will resume writing actively. Alas! This hope ditched us.
In the splendid generation of Raghuvir Sahay and Kunwar Narayan, Kedar was probably most popular both as a poet and as a human being and if we recall any poet more popular than him, it was Baba Nagarjun.  Kedar Ji has proved very well that poetry can win laurels for you even without making it non serious or simplifying it, but a poet has to stick to his roots, his native land and his folks primarily.  Nativity always remained neuclus of poetry of Kedar Ji: Chakiya, his birth place or Banaras where his poetic sensations got nurtured and flourished and Padrona, where he worked as a teacher for a long tenure. He stayed in Delhi too for a long span of time and his progeny too settled here, but he mostly dwelled in Chakiya, Padrona and Banaras. Probably, this was the reason that often getting bewildered with urbane life  in Delhi, he fled to his own rural native place, strolled in fields and leading a perfect Bhojpuri life with his chums, enjoyed life. Besides, he felt quite at home at residence of his elder sister in Kolkata that in spite of being a metropolitan city carries fervor of a huge village and where he had plenty of Bangala poets as friends. Poets generally don’t shift from their native soil and even if they migrate, their native soil always remains with them. The conflict between village and city always persisted in poetry of Kedar Ji. Residing in heartless city like Delhi, he used to glance at a spade in his drawing room, with same tension and reproach.
In his poetry too, kedar Ji,not only successfully reflected local and rural sentiments with his own idioms and highlighted issues, but also carved a niche for it in modern creative world. His poetic journey initiated with Navgeet (Songs on Contemporary issues, for creating awareness for change)) and many a voracious readers might be still recalling his effective poetry for masses reflecting rural issues and scenario: Crops will grow, life will grow/ Will grow in our fields/ O! Cloud, I invoke you to come to our fields. This phase of poetry of Kedar Ji stirred restive mind of the new generation that was experiencing disquietude to establish its roots amidst tradition and established norms of creativity:
Maa has planted Tulsi in courtyard /And father a huge Baniyan tree/ Where shall I plant my small rose shrub/ Maiden Poetry Book of kedar Ji ‘Abhi Bilkul Abhi’ and his poems included in ‘Teesra Saptak’ had gained him wide recognition, but after that followed new deviations of his sentiments; diverted more towards modernism and lesser towards romanticism. With his second poetry book, published after gap of several years, he got established as a poet who conversed in language of a committed poet and four dimensions of new poetry and inherent attack and counter attack in it. This  was ‘a language stuck amidst teeth’ where issues were passing through a phase in which calling a spade as spade was like picking it from proper place and placing it amongst unknown culprits’.
Nature is persistently present in poetry of Kedarnath Singh Ji, that was with him right from his first poetry book and in his last poetry book till date ‘Srishti Pr Pahra’, it has  more intensely impregnated. It a great potential of Kedar Ji’s poetry that even a petty object or an ordinary human being becomes distinct and places him in such a heart rendering perspective and does not have to frame any personal statement/explanation. ‘Holding her hand in my hand/ I contemplated/ Entire Universe should be as cozy and ravishing as her hand is’/ is such a popular imagery. Kedar Ji  often turned a point or scene into a complete statement, due to which his poetry was not very prominently vocalized and its tune remained  subdued and he several times met with criticism for not emerging out of these images and never directly commenting on terrific socio-political realities.
Often, a poet lies hidden in his poems. Kedar Ji had a nobility and grace as that of his poems. He rarely talked about thick and thin of his life. He responded after too much of persuasion, but he liked to talk a lot about others, his close friends—just as about kailashpati Nishad and especially enjoyed chatting with younger generation of writers. Letters written to Nishad Ji had been compiled and published as a Book. He always felt awkward when somebody sang laurels about him on stage and when anybody started giving an elaborate introduction about him; he used to interrupt to stop him for doing so. Those who had ever chance to travel with him or spend an evening with him, know very well how pleasant it had been. He was HOD in Hindi Department of J.N.U., but very much unlike other academicians; he was always away from typical image of teacher. His Prose Book ‘Panchayat in kabristan’ though not much in news, depicts a lot how much concern he had for common people.
In his last days, Kedar Ji was occupied with exploring and compiling his published works in various magazines and hopefully, his New Poetry Book and New Collection gets published soon. But, it is a strange and tragic co incidence that is his last collection, his concluding poem points out towards knock of departure from this mortal world and indicates life after death. ‘Where shall I go/ Will remain here only/Like impressions of my hand/On a door/Like aroma of earthen lamp lit and placed on recesses of wall to invoke Goddess /Like fragrance in a box/

My English Translation based on Article composed by Senior Poet Manglesh Dubral in Hindi (published in Hindustan.N.Delhi on March 21st, 2018)
RAJNI CHHABRA

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