Life And Time Poems

Kids so naughty and trouble makers, grow up to sophisticated adults. Here ia a story of such a a grandchild, and the grandfather (Nana) just wonders if he was the same naughty  kid!!  Rajiv Krishna Saxena    बिटिया के बाबू कूद फांद करते हैं, सुबह शाम करते हैं आजू बाजू …

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‚ …

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, …

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 …

Women have a world view that is very different from that of men. Women may seem involved and may even seem to participate enthusiastically in world affairs, but in heart of heart, their real focus remains on their love only. Nothing else really matters. This poem by Shanti Singhal comes …

A village bride is ready to leave parent’s home. A very poignant movement… Rajnarain Bisaria Ji describes the scene and her feelings beautifully and in a very moving manner. Presented are first couple of stanzas from a longer poem. Rajiv Krishna Saxena विदा की घड़ी है विदा की घड़ी है …

I feel amazed at the resilience of the common Indians. We see how they suffer calamities and then catch the straws of life and start all over again. Be it floods, draughts, earthquakes or terrorism, they are back on their feet in no time. One truly wonders where that internal …

This is a very famous poem of Harivansh Rai Bachchan. We know nothing about where we go after death. The poet here expresses his apprehensions about the unfamiliar turf where one would find himself after the death and looks with a certain degree of nostalgia, about the familiarity of this …

This poem belongs to an era of 1950s. Boys and girls did not meet freely and a feminine mystique existed in the eyes of young boys. There were many attempts at getting near a girl, but most ended without any consequence. Castles were made in air and got demolished all …