Nostalgia 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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

You have reached the peak of career and life is taking you places. You have accomplished what ever is worthwhile in life and a loving family surrounds you. Yet, that first love in the life long bygone though, still haunts you. When all is quiet around, that face silently emerges …

यह कदम्ब का पेड़ यह कदम्ब का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे। मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे-धीरे॥ ले देतीं यदि मुझे बांसुरी तुम दो पैसे वाली। किसी तरह नीची हो जाती यह कदंब की डाली॥ तुम्हें नहीं कुछ कहता पर मैं चुपके-चुपके आता। उस नीची डाली …

A village kachchi road is converted into a black tar-coal modern road. With that the old magic is buried forever. Only memories remain, and nostalgia… Here is an excerpt from a poem by Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena. Rajiv Krishna Saxena कच्ची सड़क सुनो ! सुनो ! यहीं कहीं एक कच्ची सड़क …

I wrote this poem, or should I say the poem forced its way out of my heart when I was stationed in US for a long period and was sorely missing home on the eve of Diwali- Rajiv Krishna Saxena विवशता इस बार नहीं आ पाऊँगा… पर निश्चय ही यह …