Poems

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 …

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 …

What a lovely poem this is. Subtle humor mixed with lots of pain of a poet who sees commercialization of poetry all around him. I heard it about 60 years ago being recited by Bhawani Prasad ji himself and it left a deep impression- Rajiv K. Saxena गीत फरोश जी …

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 …

Convictions are so rarely seen these days. We may have high and noble ideas but when it comes to actually do some thing about them, few actually step forward. In such a milieu, if we see some one actually sticking to his / her convictions and taking a stand even …

A simple and fun poem for children. What fun it would have been if the trees could walk? I have done the illustration myself. Rajiv Krishna Saxena अगर पेड़ भी चलते होते अगर पेड भी चलते होते कितने मजे हमारे होते बांध तने में उसके रस्सी चाहे जहाँ कहीं ले …

Here is an old and famous poem of Dinkar Ji. Amazing thing is that even though this poem must be half a century old, it is so relevant to today’s scene in the country also. Insensitivity of the capital city to woes of the poor public in the country seems …

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 …

तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो तुम कितनी सुंदर लगती हो जब तुम हो जाती हो उदास! ज्यों किसी गुलाबी दुनिया में सूने खंडहर के आसपास मदभरी चांदनी जगती हो! मुख पर ढंक लेती हो आंचल ज्यों डूब रहे रवि पर बादल‚ या दिनभर उड़ कर थकी किरन‚ सो जाती हो …