Here is a simple dream described by Girija Kumar Mathur; and everyone would like to own this dream as their own! If only it can be realized… Rajiv Krishna Saxena मेरे सपने बहुत नहीं हैं मेरे सपने बहुत नहीं हैं छोटी सी अपनी दुनिया हो, दो उजले–उजले से कमरे जगने …

Little girls are like angles. They live in their own world of stuffed toys and fantasy. Then they grow up… and one day leave the house. Stuffed toys they once played with, are left behind, a constant reminder to parents of their little daughter. Rajiv Krishna Saxena दीदी का भालू …

Here is another old classic from Sohan Lal Dwivedi. Most of us may have read it in school. Enjoy the rhythm – Rajiv Krishna Saxena बढ़े चलो, बढ़े चलो न हाथ एक शस्त्र हो, न हाथ एक अस्त्र हो, न अन्न नीर  वस्त्र हो, हटो नहीं, डरो नहीं, बढ़े चलो, …

If we look back at our lives we find that there were some moments of elation and exhilaration, some moments of utter sorrow and some moments where suddenly some thing of great importance happened. Rest remains blank, rather mundane. A map of the life can be drawn by joining these …

Early phase of undeclared love is akin mild inebriated mental state where the lover is constantly lost in thoughts of his lady love. This poem describes the state with many metaphors. Rajiv Krishna Saxena अंगड़ाई–सी तुम शोर की इस भीड़ में ख़ामोश तन्हाई–सी तुम ज़िंदगी है धूप तो मदमस्त पुरवाई–सी …

Here is an exhortation from Harivansh Rai Bachchan to leave inaction and to work with full enthusiasm and vigor. A good poem for children to recite. Rajiv Krishna Saxena रुके न तू धरा हिला, गगन गुँजा नदी बहा, पवन चला विजय तेरी, विजय तेरीे ज्योति सी जल, जला भुजा–भुजा, फड़क–फड़क …

These days no one write letters. In past-years, people wrote letters and the receivers preserved those letters, at times for life. Those old preserved letters were magic and the following lovely poem tells us why. Rajiv Krishna Saxena पुराने पत्र हर पुराना पत्र सौ–सौ यादगारों का पिटारा खोलता है। मीत …

Here is a lovely poem about a family missing their son that many readers may identify with. Poem is written by the son (Bhawani) who left home for studies / work. Here on a rainy day, Bhawani sorely misses home and imagines how his father, mother, brothers ands sisters too …

When would it rain? The eternal question is posed in this excerpt from a poem written by Bekal Utsahi. Rajiv Krishna Saxena कब बरसेगा पानी सावन भादों साधू हो गये बादल सब सन्यासी पछुआ चूस गयी पुरबा को धरती रह गयी प्यासी फ़सलों ने बैराग ले लिया जोगिया हो गई …

                         रिम झिम बरस रहा है पानी गड़ गड़ गड़ गड़ गरज गरज घन    चम चम चमक बिजुरिया के संग ढम ढम ढम ढम पिटा ढिंढोरा झूम उठा सारा जन जीवन उमड़ घुमड़ कर मेघों नें अब आंधी …