बीता नहीं हूँ मैं

अक्टूबर 6, 2008 at 6:22 अपराह्न (Poetry) ()

— Ghanshyam *

कम क्या गुनाह से
        बाँध टकटकी देखना
सफ़ेद पड़ते बालों को मेरे,
        और कहना मुझसे किस्से
सिर्फ़ बुढापे के,
        उतर नहीं पाती जो उस सीने तले
संजोयी हैं जहाँ किस्से अनमोल
        बासंती दिवसों और महकती रातों के?
काश, मैं तुम्हे बता सकता. —
        बीता नहीं हूँ मैं,
बीती है वह
        लोग देते हैं संज्ञा जिसे
उम्र की.

* The poet’s full name is Ghanshyam Chandra Prasad Sinha. He was also known as Shri G C P Sinha.

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A journey begins

अक्टूबर 6, 2008 at 4:33 पूर्वाह्न (Biography) ()

This blog is dedicated to the poet, Ghanshyam (1925-2004). Though a busy civil servant, he found time for beautiful poetry. A master at playing with words, both in Hindi and English with equal elan, Ghanshyam was a well-appreciated poet in his circles. (He would cringe at my handling of words.) He never ran after fame, instead kept away from it, but one of his numerous poems in national Hindi journals made Dr Rajendra Prasad, our first president, write a personal letter to Ghanshyam.

Several of Ghanshyam’s poems were published in Hindi journals like Aajkal and leading Hindi newspapers. In his early life, Ghanshyam dabbled with journalism; he would have made a big name for himself had his family not thought of the civil services as the better profession.

People who knew him as a civil servant still vouch for his values and honesty, and those who knew him as a poet cannot but admire the way he strung words together to express deep emotions and observations. Ghanshyam and Ramgopal Sharma ‘Rudra’, a known Hindi poet from Patna used to play chess together on a daily basis and discuss literature. Rudraji, as people fondly called him, loved Ghanshyam’s poetry and was a constant source of encouragement.

Ghanshyam led a tough but fulfilling life in his last years, raising his youngest children.

This blog is dedicated to the poet in him.

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