Frustration Poems

Here is a poem of Dharamvir Bharti Ji from yesteryears. Social pressure then, much more than now, would prevent the acceptance of affairs of heart. A bride just before her family arranged marriage rituals start, visits her lover for the last time in a quiet aangan for a silent good …

A fraction in mathematics is called ‘bhinn’ in Hindi. It can be a proper fraction like 2/3 (less than one) or an improper fraction like 3/2 (more than one). Here Anamika takes ‘bhinn’ as a metaphor for women. If she is too brainy (top-heavy), it is considered un-lady-like. Only if …

What seems so pretty from a distance may have its own tales of sorrow. Tales that people watching from a distance will never know. Read this lovely poem by Akhilesh Kumar Singh. Rajiv Krishna Saxena भीग रहा है गाँव मुखिया के टपरे हरियाये बनवारी के घाव सावन की झांसी में …

A life of desperation and one hardly sees a point of keep living. But enter love and the things don’t look so bad anymore… Rajiv Krishna Saxena भर दिया जाम भर दिया जाम जब तुमने अपने हाथों से प्रिय! बोलो, मैं इन्कार करूं भी तो कैसे! वैसे तो मैं कब …

Being used by someone is an awful feeling. The sense of hurt is acute. Here is a lovely poem by Bhawani Prasad Mishra. Rajiv Krishna Saxena भंगुर पात्रता मैं नहीं जानता था कि तुम ऐसा करोगे बार बार खाली करके मुझे बार बार भरोगे और फिर रख दोगे चलते वक्त …

Poverty was all pervasive when the country gained freedom. This famous poem by Bhagwati Charan Verma, excerpts from which are being presented here, describes the pathetic state of poor people who constituted bulk of the society at that time. Today as the country has “progressed” the disparity has accentuated. There …

This lovely poem of Udaybhanu Hans is as relevant today as it was before. Things are turning bad to worse with breaking down of morals, accentuation of corruption, terrorism, separatism and poverty. As public watches helplessly, leaders are busy fighting for their selfish ends. I especially like the last but …

Monotony of life hits every one eventually. Here is a lovely poem depicting just that. Office goers would especially identify with the sentiments – Rajiv Krishna Saxena बीते दिन वर्ष बीते दिन वर्ष! रोज जन्म लेती‚ शंकाओं के रास्ते घर से दफ्तर की दूरी को नापते बीते दिन दिन करके‚ …

We promise ourselves that we shall finish such and such work over the weekend. After all, who has the time during working week days? Chores just pile up for the week end. But the weekend comes and goes while we procrastinate and just waste time. Rajiv Krishna Saxena बीत गया …

A very powerful poem indeed, by Anamika. Especially relevant to Indian situation where a traditional marginalized position of women in society is now changing, especially in educated urban families. Rajiv Krishna Saxena बे-जगह अपनी जगह से गिर कर कहीं के नहीं रहते केश, औरतें और नाखून अन्वय करते थे किसी …