Tag Archives: Memories

Most days are so routine. Nothing really happens. But then one evening, by some magic, the heart melts and tears flow. This interlude makes that day prefect. – Rajiv Krishna Saxena एक पूरा दिन आज नहीं धन आशातीत कहीं से पाया‚ ना हीं बिछड़े साजन ने आ गले लगाया। शत्रु …

A lover departed, gone for ever in the world yonder. The one left behind has only memories and a feeling of gratitude that they were at least together once. Here is a lovely poem of Agyeya – Rajiv Krishna Saxena प्राण तुम्हारी पदरज फूली प्राण तुम्हारी पदरज फूली मुझको कंचन …

How things change! In this age, things we experienced in childhood have vanished; gone for ever. Only memories remain. Check out this poem by Rajendra Gautam – Rajiv Krishna Saxena पिता सरीखे गांव तुम भी कितने बदल गये हो पिता सरीखे गांव! परंपराओं का बरगद सा कटा हुआ यह तन …

Here is a window to your own childhood, opened by Ram Vilas Sharma Ji. As if you turn back and look back in time. Last stanza beautifully put it in words. Rajiv Krishna Saxena दिवा स्वप्न वर्षा से धुल कर निखर उठा नीला नीला फिर हरे हरे खेतों पर छाया …

Parents are divine beings. No one can love us and care for us as selflessly as mother and father do. Yet, we take them for granted while they are alive. Even get irritated. Once they are gone we realize how priceless they were for us. Nothing can ever take the …

A man’s past life is a repository of events that took place – some painful, others mundane. There also are memories of some beautiful and magical moments, long past, whose memories may be triggered by things associated with those moments. Here is a lovely poem of Girija Kumar Mathur, conveying …

A broken heart is so painful. Heart mourns it like a death and the person feels totally crushed. All those things that were of utmost importance till recently, must now be buried… Here is a lovely poem by Kishan Saroj. I especially like the first two lines of the last …

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 …

Heart-break of losing the love of one’s life is unbearable, but if the loser is a poet, the verbalization of depression can be very eloquent. This is second poem of a set of two poems from Bal Swarup Rahi. In the first poem [click here to read], the poet was …

Remember your first love? Well, Bharti ji puts forward two points of view. Firstly every one forgets the first love as it is not very important. He also puts forward an alternative view point that no one ever forgets the first love. I leave the decision to the readers. Rajiv …