Nostalgia Poems

People move from familiar surroundings, where they were born and raised, to alien cities and alien countries in search of a living. Compromises are made for the sake of careers and money. But some where in the corner of their heart, there is some one who misses sorely their childhood; …

How things change! In this age, things we experienced in childhood have vanished; gone for ever. Only memories remain. Check out this poem by Rajendra Gautam – Rajiv Krishna Saxena पिता सरीखे गांव तुम भी कितने बदल गये हो पिता सरीखे गांव! परंपराओं का बरगद सा कटा हुआ यह तन …

Here is a window to your own childhood, opened by Ram Vilas Sharma Ji. As if you turn back and look back in time. Last stanza beautifully put it in words. Rajiv Krishna Saxena दिवा स्वप्न वर्षा से धुल कर निखर उठा नीला नीला फिर हरे हरे खेतों पर छाया …

In the eras by gone, changes in society came at a very slow pace. Most people lived just as their forefathers lived. All this changed over the last century. We now experience an uncomfortable and break-neck pace of changes in our own lives that the famed author Alvin Toffler called …

Parents are divine beings. No one can love us and care for us as selflessly as mother and father do. Yet, we take them for granted while they are alive. Even get irritated. Once they are gone we realize how priceless they were for us. Nothing can ever take the …

A man’s past life is a repository of events that took place – some painful, others mundane. There also are memories of some beautiful and magical moments, long past, whose memories may be triggered by things associated with those moments. Here is a lovely poem of Girija Kumar Mathur, conveying …

November here denotes the twilight of life. One remembers the by-gone love of yesteryears that was lost. What would she be doing, one wonders… The years would have aged her too. This bit by bit aging (til til kar pakna) would go-on till the end of life … beautifully stated …

When a child is young, his/her universe begins and ends in mother. Here is a simple and lovely poem from a child to her mother, written by Sumitranandan Pant. Rajiv Krishna Saxena मैं सबसे छोटी होऊं मैं सबसे छोटी होऊँ तेरी गोदी में सोऊँ तेरा आँचल पकड़-पकड़कर फिरू सदा माँ …

Dr. Raj Kumar is a retired professor of psychiatry. He is also a poet of an era bygone. I enjoyed hearing some of his poems in person. Here is a sample poem that exhorts those who left home in pursuit of riches, to return home. Rajiv Krishna Saxena जानते हो? …

Home sweet home! We live there but do not realize that it changes each day. Children grow up, parents grow old and die, girls get married and go away, boys marry and bring strangers home. If we go away for long time, changes become visible when we return. We miss …