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 propped on meandering mossy ways
Like slow soft tune on evening flute
Induces thick twined flowers to sleep.

Coffin-bound

Voodoo worked and thunder pealed
A greenish light befell the grave
From coffin came out rotten corpse
As though 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 came amongst the wood.

He fell in love with wizrd maid
and put the world in weird thrall
and did the things detestable
For 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.