Nostalgia Poems

[learn_more caption=”Introduction: See more”]I recently read this poem in a Whatsapp group and these lines seem to have come directly from the heart of current generation young adults in corporate rat race. Facebook group ‘Wordgasm by ScoopWhoop’. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena[/learn_more] बचपन ही अच्छा था पूरी स्कूल लइफ में सुबह˗सुबह …

Matrbhasha (mother tongue) is closest to our hearts. Here is such a lovely poem that only Anamika Ji can write. She is so close to things that are closest to our hearts and are difficult to talk about and express. Hats off to her! Rajiv Krishna Saxena मातृभाषा छुट्टी के …

Youth has so many dreams and aspirations… Life however takes its own course and age marches menacingly on us every moment. As we hit middle age, dreams remain unfulfilled even as dwindling courage forces us to bury those dreams and ideologies in the deep gorge of inaction… Rajiv Krishna Saxena …

Here is a lovely description of moon rising over a quiet forest. Rajiv Krishna Saxena उग आया है चाँँद सूरज डूब गया बल्ली भर – सागर के अथाह जल में। एक बाँँस भर उग आया है – चाँद‚ ताड़ के जंगल में। अगणित उँगली खोल‚ ताड़ के पत्र‚ चाँदनीं में …

There is a huge migration of rural folks to cities. Search of jobs make people leave their homes and culture and face all kinds of ordeals in alien lands. In the process they themselves undergo irreversible changes and are lost to villages for ever. Here is a touching poem by …

[learn_more caption=”Introduction: See more”]As we “progress” in life, complexities of living and thinking increase. Then one day suddenly we come face to face with the simple life and scenery from the past. It then appears as if all that no longer belongs to us. As if the past in now …

One more day has passed. Did it add some thing or took away some thing from the enigma that life is? How do we, or can we really evaluate any day? A lovely poem by Ramdarash Mishra Ji. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena यह भी दिन बीत गया यह भी दिन …

It happens some times. We get suddenly and without expecting, some thing that we had longed for a long long time. Heart is thrilled, and it sings, and dances! Coming of a white pigeon is a metaphor of such a rare thrill. Please read on – Rajiv Krishna Saxena मेरे …

Old homes have a personality. Like a close friend who saw us through thick and thin, sorrows and joys. It is as if all those old memories just get ingrained in its old walls. Here is a truly lovely poem by Vijaydevnarayan Sahi, telling just that. Compare it with Dr. …

I remember when we were children, our mother used to bathe us in winter mornings with cold water from hand-pump. After that, shivering and wrapped in towels, we used to sit for some time on a charpai in morning winter sun. That feeling of warmth and utter peace was unique …