देखणी या कवितेत ‘आयुष्याचा सुरम्य सप्तरंगी बुडबुडा’ निरर्थक न ठरो, झाडातून डोकावणारे ‘रोशन सूर्य’ न ढळोत, ‘विनाशतत्वाच्या झपाट्यात’ जमिनीतली ‘उग्रगंधी धूळ’ दरवळो आणि जगण्याची समृद्ध अडगळ’ घरभर साचून राहो असे पसायदान मागितले आहे. या सर्व सचेतन प्रतिमांमधून जीवनदायी प्रेरणांचा स्त्रोत ओसंडून वाहताना दिसतो. महानगरी कवितेतील मरणाधीन वृत्तीला शह देणारी ही वृत्ती आहे. पण मरणाच्या डोळस जाणिवेमुळे या कवितेतील जीवननिष्ठा फोल न ठरता तिला बळकटीच येते. चांगल्या जगण्याला नेहमीच असा मरणाचा अंकुश असतो. म्हणून मरणाच्या जाणिवेतून सूचित होणारे विनशतत्त्व दृष्टिआड करून नेमाड्यांची कविता भाबड्या आशावादाकडे झुकत नाही. तसेच महानगरी कवितेप्रमाणे मरणाच्या सार्वभौमत्वाचा तटस्थ स्वीकार न करता या सार्वभौमत्वाला आव्हान देणाऱ्या जीवनदायी प्रेरणांचे भक्कम संदर्भ ती उभे करते. या विनाशातत्त्वाला शह देणारी जगण्याची उभारी आणि त्यातून अटळपणे येणारी लढाऊ वृत्ती हा स्थायीभाव असलेल्या नेमाड्यांच्या उमद्या जीवनदृष्टीचे दर्शन त्यांचा कवितेतही होते.
Bhalchandra Vanaji Nemade (born 1938) is a Marathi writer from Maharashtra, India. He is famous for his books Hindu and Kosala. Also he is known for his novel Hindu jagnyachi samrudhha adgal. He is a recipient of the civilian honour of Padma Shri (2011) and the Jnanpith Award (2014).
Hey, first of all He is my favorite Author, poetry is equally good as compared to his Novel work.
In Kindle addition, Few Marathi Words are wrongly written. So sometimes flow of poem miss by us. And it seems irrelevant. Hope that'll check by publisher.
I feel like I have grown up with this book. I picked this up for the 1st time when I was a teenager. I couldn't really get any of the poems except one which just stayed with me. I held on to that one, read it again and again, shared it with anyone who would listen. That one poem perfectly captured what I felt. After some time, I came back to it and then again and again. And with each reading something more would resonate with me or something I already thought I understood would reveal a new meaning. And it’s been like that ever since, I find something new or something new in what I already have found. I have read everything this man has ever written. Most of them are novels and few are essays. But this book towers over everything else. He is still as rebellious as he was when he started writing and that spirit just makes me feel like I am not alone. What I am feeling is what others have felt before and will keep feeling in the future, and that calmed me down a little. I am not the first one to go through this and that strangely gave me a sense of community with people who I will never meet. Whatever significant thing has ever happened in my life, whether good or bad, I can always find something in this book describing it. He seems to have anchored his poetry in something hopelessly human. I hope that I will keep coming back to this one. I am glad this book found me when it did.
थकून गेले विचार पुढचं मागचं काही आवडीचं पाहता पाहता सगळं तात्पुरतं, वेगळं आणि चांदण्यासारखं उन्हासारखं पुन्हा जवळ येऊन नाहीसं होणारं हे आपलं नशीब आहे. एकेकाच्या आत असं रसायन असतं, बाहेरची हवा लागली की त्याचा भडका होतो. नाइलाज नाइलाज. कधीच कळलं नाही कशाकरता कशाकरता हे सगळं सगळ्या गोष्टी अवेळी घडणाऱ्या म्हणून सगळेजण खेकसत आलो पूर्वीपासून कशावर तरी गेले बिचारे