Biography of Vivek Tiwari
I'm an English Lecturer. I love literature. Poetry is the most enjoining part of my life. I started composing poems since I was 15. I write both in English and Hindi. I want to use my pen to bring a revolution in support of everything that is good and righteous. Representation is my another desire though I know all these things are very difficult yet 'where is the will there is the way'. I completed my education from my native place. After completing my education upto PG level I started my teaching career at Saket Girls Inter College Ptatapgarh where I taught for one year as an English Lecturer and then in August 2009 I joined Prabhat Academy where I worked for the same post upto June 2011. This is the institution where I got many many good students. I joined St Anthony's Inter College Pratapgarh in July 2011 and worked upto November 16 2012 and then from December 2012 I am working at Delhi Public School Bulandshahr.
Vivek Tiwari Poems
Planting The Saplings
These saplings that I plant Shall grow in youthful lusty bloom With beautiful hues and sweet fragrance In My Garden before my door.
Journey Of Stones
'Let`s start our journey of fate`, Proposed a stone to his mate, `We shall have a race to run High or low, rough or plain,
Happy Independence Day / Hoist The Flag ...
The Time riding on the mighty wings of cloud Floods the world with hails and pours Some centuries are swept to ocean Some rise with the rise of New Era's sun;
Society! Society! Society! Its obstacle to all liberty! Eat if the society allows! Wear if the society allows!
The Immortal Soul
Be this conch can be confined within great grotesque gate But the soul that's free fresh fine and part divine
Pardon Me My Love
Pardon me my sweet love I couldn't understand thy heart,
Dance Upon The Hoods Of Horror
When `tis anarchy is loosed everywhere Blood dimmed tide strengthens its sphere; Death`s agents do dance around
Happy New Year 2013
As the fragrance of the morning glory Mingles with the air As birds break into songs Sweet, pleasant and fair
Nepenthe Of Respite
She was frightening While I, her name frightened fled Now while I wishest her soothing company She hurls me live in secluded agony!
Honour To Women
You plea the women For great civilization You plea the women For great nation
A Song Of Happiness
Where Glory glows in the glance of Sun, Where Spring sprays the stuff of Fun, Where Waterfalls kindle the dying Streams, Where Valleys profound in chorus rhyme,
An Yearn For Youth
Innocence hath lost Now youth withdraws, And rude and hoarse maturity Loosing its spell of sensible fog;
A Father's Remorseful Lament
They are slain for none their sins, But of mine- For Mine very sins, Their sin was just being my kids;
Battle Of Self And Slavery
A demon dancing upon the sounds of frenzied knell- That rings-but beguiling Like all welcoming morning-bell; Castle of grandeur-beautiful and vast
My Native Region-
'Tis twenty and seven
I passed here around-
Gave me things many to bound
A name for Teacher
That I'm renowned.