We pine for a lovely day free of all problems and full of peace and contentment. Look at this lovely poem from Satyanarayan – Rajiv Krishna Saxena   कहां ढूंढें नदी सा बहता हुआ दिन वह गगन भर धूप‚ सेनुर और सोना धार का दरपन‚ भंवर का फूल होना हां …

How would a student of science express his love? Here is a lovely poem by Dharmendra Kumar Singh. Rajiv Krishna Saxena विज्ञान विद्यार्थी का प्रेम गीत अवकलन समाकलन फलन हो या चलन­कलन हरेक ही समीकरण के हल में तू ही आ मिली। घुली थी अम्ल क्षार में विलायकों के जार …

Pain and desperation is the mother of creativity in literature. Nothing worthwhile is written if there in no restlessness behind it. Here is a beautiful poem by Ram Darash Mishra – Rajiv Krishna Saxena सूर्य ढलता ही नहीं है चाहता हूं‚ कुछ लिखूँ‚ पर कुछ निकलता ही नहीं है दोस्त‚ …

Monsoon rains have a special and magical link with the hearts of Indians. It never fails to move us. Here is a lovely interpretation. Sarveshwer Dayal Ji have linkened the advancing clouds to a charismatic visitor returning from city to village after a year – Rajiv K. Saxena मेघ आये …

On the Happy occasion of Holi, I present this old classic from film Mother India, written by Shakeel Badayuni. Happy Holi to all readers! Rajiv Krishna Saxena होली आयी रे होली आयी रे कन्हाई, होली आयी रे होली आयी रे कन्हाई रंग छलके सुना दे ज़रा बांसरी होली आयी रे, …

Kabir (1440AD to 1518AD) was one of the early saints of bhakti kaal who lived in northern India. By profession he was a weaver. He was a disciple of Guru Ramanand from southern India. He shunned religious affiliations and sang the glory of one God in vedanta as well as …

Accepting the demand of step-mother Kekayi for a 14 year banvaas, Ram along with wife Sita and brother Lakshman, made abode in the forest of Chitrkoot. One day Lakshman saw from a distance, Bharat approaching with an army and thought that he wanted to kill Ram in order to permanently …

A lovely poem of Dr. Draramvir Bharti depicting the nostalgia  associated with village home that was left long ago. Rajiv Krishna Saxena दीदी के धूल भरे पाँव दीदी के धूल भरे पाँव बरसों के बाद आज फिर यह मन लौटा है क्यों अपने गाँव; अगहन की कोहरीली भोर: हाय कहीं …

Times are changing fast. So many things we witnessed in our childhood appear to have vanished now. Soon many other old and traditional things will vanish. Our next generation will not ever see many things and traditions we saw. For example, when we were young children, we were experts in …

Even though Hindi was declared as the National language, after independence it has progressively lost ground to English, especially amongst urban and more educated Indians. Today, we see that while the simple conversational Hindi liberally adulterated with English words is gaining ground, pure and literary Hindi is slowly getting lost. …