This website is the distillation of my literary work done during the last twenty years.
Right from the the first consciousness of my life, I have felt that I belonged to the “other” world. This world seemed to me an obstacle to the world I wanted to be in. As a result, throughout my life, I have struggled with this world to reach to the other world.
I see the trivialization and insult to the human spirit in this world. The value of human life lies in the marvelous state of living consciousness it provides, the range of imagination it is capable of producing, the ideas on things it can generate, the inherent power of the human experience, the obeisance it pays to the nature it feels a part of, the spirit it evokes when it is threatened.
All my life I have felt like a child trying to understand the spirit of nature, whose small part human life is. I am bewildered and tormented to see how common beings belittle and malign human life, not knowing its magic and potential.
My work is to depict and salute the human spirit, to extol it, to perpetuate it.
My poems, articles, and books are directly and indirectly an expression of my honor for the human spirit. Small in measure that they are compared to the possibilities, I feel that within my lifetime I must exert as much as I can to bring out the inherent beauty, power, and magnificence of human life.
Human consciousness is a hot as well as a fashionable subject these days. It is because human beings want to go to the ultimate mystery of their lives – how they apprehend reality. But it is not a new subject … Continue reading
Dr. Frances Pritchett is among the greatest Ghalib scholars extant. She is from Columbia University, N.Y. Recently I had an exchange of correspondence with her on Ghalib. Her reply to my letter indicated at the top was lost. Read … Continue reading
In Stillness of Being, his sixth anthology of poems, Indian-American poet, Maharaj Kaul, describes the human conditions we all must experience. In the poems: Stillness Of Being The World I left Behind A Struggling Dream Never Complete Hope Never Blinks … Continue reading
We fret and fume to no avail, Life is awake-dreaming without a goal. World puts many a cap on human face, But the one that matters most is one’s soul’s. Our doings are often protests against the world, … Continue reading
I do not know when I was born, my mother never told me, Time the ceaseless weaver does not know its beginnings, My sanguinity a creation of my ardor, my blues due to inconstancy, Mornings delicate hesitancies, evenings surf-peaked. … Continue reading