Nostalgia Poems

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 …

Raj Narayan Bisaria Ji, the well know Hindi poet, worked in Hindi service of BBC in London for ten years. Here is a poem he wrote when he finally returned to India. The poem shows the sheer exhilaration of home-coming. Enjoy! Rajiv Krishna Saxena. घर वापसी घर लौट के आया …

Here is another poem of nostalgia. Noatalgia about the village life where the author must have spent his childhood. Many readers would identify with the feelings. Rajiv Krishna Saxena मेरा गाँव वो पनघट पे जमघट‚ वो सखियों की बातें वो सोने के दिन और चाँदी–सी रातें वो सावन की रिमझिम‚ …

Simple folks are more sincere, more caring and more human. Simple folks live in villages. In large cities, people are selfish and self centered. This is a general feeling all of us have. Here is a poem depicting just that. Rajiv Krishna Saxena गाँव की तरफ कुछ कह रहे हैं …

This poem somewhere deeply saddens us. All parents see their children grow up and leave… get lost somewhere in the wide world… nothing can be done about it. There is a feeling of helplessness… Rajiv Krishna Saxena दाने नहीं हम मंडी नहीं जाएंगे खलिहान से उठते हुए कहते हैं दाने …