Shiv Kumar Joshi Punjab, India

Sired by late Shri Jamana Datt Joshi, now I live with my mother Mrs. Indra Joshi, wife Karuna Joshi, sweet daughter Liza Joshi and a son Kumud Joshi. I obtained LL. B. (Academic) degree from Kurukshetra University, Kurukshetra and Ph.D. degree from Punjabi University, Patiala. I have been honoured by the President of India and many other Literary Societies in India. Currently I am working as Superintendent (Personnel & Administration) in Thapar Institute of Engineering & Technology, Patiala. For me, poetry is the philosophy of high order which reflects not only the present but also the events to occur in the years to come.

The Way Of Life Sunrise and Nature's all and wild craze for - the minds, The fire for wants, and dash for hopes, For flowers the mighty winds. Fear and fret for ailing heart And blow for empty vaunt, And lament for the lost one, for living the woes to haunt. The fights and wars and lands futile, and party strife in row, To think of foreign strand I fail, One land is sky below. Sunset, and the drowsy waves, And moaning of the sea, Then wink of one immortal sleep, And farewell world; to thee!

Tranquil Eve The pale purple light atop the trees Hastening to flee like murmuring sound Of sluggish leaves and winds around With languid mind longing for ease. Languor hangs over hedges, creepers & trees Bowers, hazel shells full magic bound Tranquil land lulled by chirping sound Of weary birds and hum of bees. Muffled buds brooding over the sprays With half drop eyes along the mute Lake, in the lap of gloom so deep. Stillness propt on meandering mossy ways Like slow soft tune on evening flute Induces thick twined flowers to sleep.

Coffin-bound Woodoo worked and thunder pealed A greenish light befell the grave From coffin came out rotten corpse As through from sickly humid cave. His lungs were hanging out of ribs And putrid brain on either side The ichor flowed out of one eye And tattered jaw was open wide. Now Peter waved his magic wand and cut his head in joyous mood Then put the body coffin bound From whence it cam amongst the wood. he felling love with wizard aid and put the world in weird thrall and did the things detestable Four souls were at his beck and call. One stormy night he ate and drank and lounged along his gloomy lawn The headless body squeezed his neck And lay by him at horrid dawn.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Shiv Kumar Joshi. All rights reserved.