This lovely poem conjures up the image of late evening when little ones yearn to go in the soothing arms of mother… Poet misses his mother. Rajiv Krishna Saxena माँ की याद चींटियाँ अण्डे उठाकर जा रही हैं, और चिड़ियाँ नीड़ को चारा दबाए, धान पर बछड़ा रंभाने लग गया …

Here is a lovely poem of Sumitra Nandan Pant. In the stillness of night, there is a quiet invitation from stars. Who could it be from? Rajiv Krishna Saxena मौन निमंत्रण स्तब्ध ज्योत्सना में जब संसार चकित रहता शिशु सा नादान, विश्व के पलकों पर सुकुमार विचरते हैं जब स्वप्न …

Here is a poem that seems to come from times bygone. A village woman writing to her husband who lives in a city. I wonder if such letters are written anymore.  Quite a nostalgia! Rajiv Krishna Saxena परदेसी को पत्र   सोसती सर्व उपमा जोग बाबू रामदास को लिखा गनेस …

Here is a mischievous but funny poem by Satyanarayan Sharma “Kamal”. One sure must be careful while handling HOT peppers!! Rajiv Krishna Saxena हरी मिर्च खाने की मेज़ पर आज एक लम्बी छरहरी हरी मिर्च अदा से कमर टेढ़ी किये चेहरे पर मासूमियत लिये देर से झाँक रही मानो कह …

Events unfold in life in ways that are some times beyond our comprehension and control. It appears that fate takes us wherever it wants. Here is a lovely poem by Shivmangal Singh Suman – Rajiv Krishna Saxena मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार मैं नहीं आया तुम्हारे द्वार पथ ही मुड़ …

Here is a lovely poem of Mahadevi Verma that you can just flow with. Please read it few times and read it loud, and see its magic! Meanings of some difficult words are given below –Rajiv K. Saxena नींद में सपना बन अज्ञात नींद में सपना बन अज्ञात! गुदगुदा जाते …

Here is an old classic from Dinkar, exhorting Himalaya the great snow-covered king of mountains (Nagpati), that stands tall and eternally on the north of Indian subcontinent, to save India from its decline. The poem seems to have been written while India was under captivity of the English. Rajiv Krishna …

Here is a poem that I received through a WhatsApp group. I do not know who wrote it but the poem is moving indeed. Rajiv Krishna Saxena बाप का कंधा   मेरे कंधे पर बैठा मेरा बेटा जब मेरे कंधे पर खड़ा हो गया मुझसे कहने लगा देखो पापा मैं …

In this poem, Pratibha Saxena gives a magical commentary of dusk turning to night and then into early morning dawn. Imagery is delightful. Enjoy. सद्य स्नाता झकोर–झकोर धोती रही, संवराई संध्या, पश्चिमी घात के लहराते जल में, अपने गौरिक वसन, फैला दिये क्षितिज की अरगनी पर और उत्तर गई गहरे …

Purbaa (eastern winds) is the harbinger of rains to follow and that changes the atmosphere in a village. This is beautifully depicted in this lovely poem of Shiv Bahadur Singh Bhadoriya. Pure rural ethos of the words is exhilarating! Rajiv Krishna Saxena पुरबा जो डोल गई घटा घटा आँगन में …