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World Poetry Month: Day Thirty
Today’s poetry is ‘Still Life’ a poem by A. K. Ramanujan. A sophisticated and beautiful aura surrounds the poem.
Still Life by A.K. Ramanujan explores the absence of a woman in the poet’s life. Absence seems to have a beauty of its own.

The poet is repeatedly reminded of the lady’s departure by the leftover bread, sandwich, lettuce, and salami.
The lady referred to as ‘she’, is perhaps the poet’s lady love; however, it is her absence rather than her presence that contributes to the beauty of the poem.
As stated at the beginning of the poem, ‘When she left’ implies that the poet is reminiscing about his lady love leaving him. This could be considered a permanent separation or detachment.
His only refuge would have been books if he wanted to distract himself or not become too involved in the incident.
The sandwich, lettuce, bread, and salami in his mind drifted while he read. Food items left over from the dinner served as reminders of the vacancy that had been created in the house.
This is a powerful symbol of a sudden ending to a long association, probably romantic, and further enhances the beauty of the poem.
‘Still Life’ by A. K. Ramanujan ▶️
When she left me
after lunch, I read
for a while.
But I suddenly wanted
to look again
and I saw the half-eaten
sandwich,
bread,
lettuce and salami,
all carrying the shape
of her bite.
Prompts
I miss those nights
याद करता हूँ उन रातों को
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याद करता हूँ उन रातों को
याद करता हूँ उन रातों को ,
जब कोई साथ न था अपने,
देखा करती थीं उनींदी ऑंखें l
बहु रंग बिरंगे सुन्दर सपने l
याद करता हूँ उन रातों को,
जब चांदनी की बिछावट थी,
ठंडी बयार की भी आहट थी
चली आती थी वो मेरे समीप l
लगती वो बड़ी क़यामत थी l
सुख- दुख की बातें करते थे,
कभी न बिछड़ने की तब,
हम कसमें कितनी ही खाते थे l
विधि का विधान तो बड़ा महान,
सब छूट गया, सब बीत गया l
भूली बिसरी इन सुनहरी यादों को,
मैं सदा गले से लगता हूँ l
याद करता हूँ उन रातों को,जब फिर अकेला रह
जाता हूँ लिए
❤
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याद करता हूँ उन रातों को
याद करता हूँ उन रातों को
जब तुम मेरे संग बैठती थीं
मेरे स्टडी टेबल के पास
पढ़ते – पढ़ते झपकी जो आ जाती
तुम मेरा मुंह धो देती
गर्म काफी बना लाती
कई बार तुम खुद मुझसे
विषय से जुड़े सवाल किया करती
जबाब न देने पर सजा भी देतीं
मुझे खुद पढ़कर समझातीं
आज जो भी हूँ , तुम्हारी देन ही तो हूँ
कैसे भूलूँ उन रातों को
जब मैं बीमार पड़ती
पुरी रात जगकर मेरे सर पर ठंडे पानी की पट्टियाँ बदलतीं
समय – समय पर दवाईयाँ देतीं
मेरे कपड़े – खाने का विशेष ध्यान रखतीं
लेकिन मेरे पढ़ाई को लेकर
सदैव उत्साहित रहती
अपने आराम को दे तिलांजली
सदैव तुम मुझमें डूबी रहतीं
माँ ! सभी माँ शायद तुम जैसी ही होती होगी ।।