Tag Archives: Dharamvir Bharati

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 beyond our reach. …

Imagine two lovers sitting quietly. A girl’s  lovely feet are in the lap of the lover. Then let Bharati Ji recite the rest-Rajiv Krishna Saxena तुम्हारे पाँव मेरी गोद में ये शरद के चाँद से उजले धुले–से पांव, मेरी गोद में। ये लहर पर नाचते ताजे कमल की छांव, मेरी …

Kanupriya is a classic. You can feel the intensity of love of Radha for Krishna. Nothing matters to this love, be it the mighty and “important” war and urgencies of upheavals. For her nothing really matters and every thing translates into her love for Krishna.- Rajiv K. Saxena इतिहास (कनुप्रिया) …

The great war of Mahabharata left a permanent scar on the Indian psyche. The politics, the moral and ethical issues, the sheer magnitude of human suffering and loss of millions of lives, all this; the event was unparalleled in human history. But what happened after the war? Life simply could …

All those evenings full of pain and memories, was there any larger meaning to them? Or they had no value at all? See what Bharati Ji says in this lovely poem – Rajiv Krishna Saxena क्या इनका कोई अर्थ नही ये शामें, ये सब की सब शामें… जिनमें मैंने घबरा …

Here again is magic of Bharti Ji. Look at the choice of words and the overall image this poem conjures up. Rajiv Krishna Saxena बोआई का गीत गोरी-गोरी सौंधी धरती-कारे-कारे बीज बदरा पानी दे! क्यारी-क्यारी गूंज उठा संगीत बोने वालो! नई फसल में बोओगे क्या चीज ? बदरा पानी दे! …

Some times we look at the world just as an observer. We see all the colors, beauty and joy, but just as an outside observer and not as a participant. There is an acute sense of loneliness, as if nothing belongs to us. Here is how Dharamvir Bharati Ji conveys …

Too much contemplation and too high an intellect in men kill faith and ability to pray. Faith may however persist in woman of the house and this simple ability to pray to the almighty, makes the man envious, indeed grateful in a sense. Here is a beautiful poem by Dharamvir …

Indian mind considers world as “Maya” or a sort of illusion. Once you realize this and consider yourself as an illusion living in the world of illusions, existential dilemma sets in and one feels utterly trapped and helpless. This feeling of being trapped is beautifully depicted here by Bharai Ji. …

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 …