Wednesday, May 4, 2011



Whenever I open 
The back-door and walk out 
On the long memory lane, 
I always see A lush green village 
Full of mango trees and palm 
On the bank of a rainy-river, 
Damned forever 
By a mighty dam. 

Now not flowing so fast, 
Lying motionless
On her sandy bed 
Between her banks 
Like a grand-old-mother, 
Looking at her grand children 
Playing fearlessly all around.
On the silky sand 
Spread like the dust of gold 
Lies our childhood 
Making and breaking structures, 
Throwing balls of sand 
At each-other, 
Or one-another, 
And laughing to see 
Sand mingling with sand. 

In the morning. 
Under the rising sun 
A small boy standing 
And watching 
A velvety green paddy fields 
Swaying with the blowing wind  
Full of water and fish at roots underneath.
I see a young child 
Dipping his hands in the water 
To catch a fast fleeing fish, 
Or running after the jumping frogs. 
And catching the firefly 
To make lights of my own 
After the sun goes down.
Today I am far-far away from her, 
But in my long memory-chain 
Even with her thinning stream 
She never ceased to flow, 
Nor did she left caressing 
My incessantly drifting dreams. 

 I Still love her presence 
As she keeps my past abreast......


  1. There is no present without past. Past is in fact the foundation of the present, both at emotional and worldly level.. this very aspect has been lucidly illustrated in your present poetry... a worth poem indeed to read...

  2. Dear Rajiv Sir
    You have made my day today by sending me this beautiful poetry. Each word of the poetry is crafted well and carefully like one possesses the marvel of the past. In short I will say it is not a poetry but a heritage.. a culture... to cherish for ever.. to be proud of... at this very point I remember the poem of Denise Levertov, the american poetess .. titled The time Past.. read some of the lines...

    those wooden steps
    are gone now, decayed
    replaced with granite,
    hard, gray, and handsome.
    The old steps live
    only in me:
    my feet and thighs
    remember them, and my hands
    still feel their splinters."...

    sir again requesting you to write only in English. Your poetic destination is something else...


  3. Beautiful poem. It carried me too to the memory lanes of my childhood. Congrats.

  4. A heart touching poem. Show flash back of childhood which is a valueable thing of our life.

  5. r. Girish Kumar Verma to me
    राजीव कुमार जी ! आप की कविता पढी | अति सुन्दर भाव
    हैं | इस अभियान को जारी रखिए |
    सद्भावी-डॉ. डंडा लखनवी

  6. awesome... so beautiful and touching...

  7. I appreciate for your beautiful poem. Each and every lines are touching. Marvellous.

  8. amazing...
    flashback of childhood...!!

    "ek tha bachpan..ek th bachpan"