Poems

Here is an old classic from Subhdra Kumari Chauhan. Most of us have read this poem in our school days. Here it is to refresh the memory. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena ठुकरा दो या प्यार करो देव! तुम्हारे कई उपासक कई ढंग से आते हैं सेवा में बहुमूल्य भेंट वे …

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 …

One more day has passed. Did it add some thing or took away some thing from the enigma that life is? How do we, or can we really evaluate any day? A lovely poem by Ramdarash Mishra Ji. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena यह भी दिन बीत गया यह भी दिन …

In this age of computers games and electronics, where stands the old Khilone Wala who still makes toys of clay? Traditional arts appear to increasingly lose ground to modern technology. Here is the plea of such an old Khilone Wala who is struggling to survive in todays fast paced world …

Little moon feels so cold in night. He asks his mother for a woolen coat. See the problem that the mother faces! I have tried my hands on illustrating this poem and hope that you like it. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena चांद का कुर्ता हठ कर बैठा चांद एक दिन …

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 …