Rain and You || A Hindi Poem | बारिश और तुम || हिन्दी कविता
It’s not even April yet, and the heat is already scorching. The sun feels like it’s blasting its flares at max settings. This always brings to mind poet Saumitra’s lines from one of my favorite poems:
ऊन जरा जास्तय,
– सौमित्र (अल्बम: गारवा – १९९८)
दर वर्षी वाटतं…
On days like this, when the heat is relentless, all you can think about is a cooling shower of rain. And with the thought of rain comes an inevitable flood of memories—some filled with joy, others tinged with pain.
Today’s poem takes me back to a time when I was experimenting with Hindi poetry. That sweltering summer inspired a collection of ‘rain poems’ in Hindi, and this is one of them. Hope you enjoy it!
हर पल जब असमान से कुछ बुंदे मेरे उपर गिरती है,
दिल के किसीं कोनेसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।
मेरा गिला बदन तुम्हारी यादोसे मेहेकता है,
मानो महिनोसे झुलसे हुए मिट्टीपे पेहेली बारिश गिरी है।
कभी बिजली कडकती है, और मै भी थोडा कांपता हू,
मेहसूस करता हू, जैसे तुम कांपके मुझसे पिहली बरसात मे लिपटी थी।
तुम्हारा गीला बदन, अभिभी मुझपे ओढे इस खिडकी मे खडा हू,
रासोईसे आती गर्म कॉफी की खुशबू आज भी तुम्हारेही पसंदकी है।
खुले खिडकिसे कोई बुंदे जब मुझ पे आंके गिरती है,
तो दिल की किसीं गेहराईसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।
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आदित्य साठे
This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.
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I could literally feel the earthy aroma and hear the raindrops tapping on my window as I read your words. Your writing brought back so many childhood memories of dancing in the rain and sipping chai while watching the world slow down. I loved how you expressed the emotional connection we Indians have with baarish — it’s not just weather, it’s pure nostalgia. Your words painted such vivid imagery that I felt transported to those cozy monsoon evenings.
Chu liya hain aap ki poem ne Aditya ji. I hope you have a girlfriend 😜 I guess …
Jokes apart. Kharcha khup chan ahe. I can feel each word.
So deep. The rain does bring out the best in us. I like the way you recall the coffee fragrance, feel the lightning and the nostalgia. 🌹 Lovely.
You have beautifully captured the emotions tied to rain and memories. The imagery is so vivid, I could almost feel the first raindrop and smell the earthy scent! Loved the nostalgia in every line.
That’s a wonderful poem, walking through the memory lane of past love along with the raindrops.
Beautiful! This poem definitely brought some relief from the scorching heat. The memories of rain has been beautifully captured.
कभी बिजली कडकती है, और मै भी थोडा कांपता हू,
मेहसूस करता हू, जैसे तुम कांपके मुझसे पिहली बरसात मे लिपटी थी
Can feel the depth of your poem Aadi. Beautiful creation in simple words.
Ya to ek bishes kala ha jo ki apko har hafta ek kabita ki traslation karna ka liye aur woh bhi bhinno bhasayo ki kabitayo ki, utsahit karta karta. Sahi ma apka har ek anubad la jawab ha.
It resonates so well with me …beautiful lines and feelings
It is surely summer here already. Whatever happened to Spring. A lovely piece. Something about rains, lost love, and the melancholy. You penned it so well.
beautifully written! Can feel the longing and love in your words!
I always love the rains. Romance, love, nostalgia, all accompanied by a steaming cup of chai or coffee mix amidst the pitter-patter of rain. You have so beautifully captured this essence. And my gratitude extends a little more because your poems are sharpening my dulling Hindi reading skills.
Wow… This is absolutely mesmerizing. There’s something magical about how rain stirs up old memories, and your words capture that perfectly. The imagery is so vivid—I could almost feel the first raindrop and smell that nostalgic aroma of coffee. It’s amazing how poetry has the power to transport us back in time. Loved every bit of this.
haai.. baarish ki baat kar di… that too so beautifully… I can never get enough of rain content… songs, poetry, stories… love it all
And with this piece, the way you’ve captured the emotions tied to rain—nostalgia, warmth, and longing.. maza aa gaya
Your words painted such a vivid picture, making me feel every drop and every memory that the rains bring in. Baarish has a special way of touching the soul, and your poem does justice to that magic.
Ahem ahem, this is so romantic! But rains bring that out in us, don’t they? Lovely poem, and do write more in Hindi.
Yes, rain does that to us! I will definately try writing more in Hindi
I tried reading it, as far as I understood, it was beautiful
Rain is all we can think about in scorching heat. Lovely topic.