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.

Maharaj Kaul

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Stillness of Being

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

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Ode to Existence

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

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You Ask Me Who I Am

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

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In the Beginning was the Song

In the beginning was the song, Later world changed it to strife.   We must go to work To quell stomach’s rebellion.   Life is an awakened dream But the world turns it into a program.   Why this rape … Continue reading

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Anita’s Anguish

Large dark tears rolled on her cheeks, But the world cannot read.   Purpose of life confounds us, Its process eludes us.   Why is life so difficult, A mysterious complex design of the gods?   Her grandmother never smiled, … Continue reading

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World Is an Inn

In the stillness of my being, I wonder why the world did not read my poetry.   I belong to another age, another ethos, My identity a fake albatross I carry around my neck.   I am in this world … Continue reading

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