Time Cannot Read
All man’s works are transient, As time cannot read, All man’s hopes evaporate, As world does not remember. Man’s efforts are pure, His achievements noble, But time does not write, Humanity pours into a sieve. Faith gives strength And love inspires, Failures do not daunt man, But heartbreaks are real. Man’s story […]
Inclinations And Reality
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Is Human Consciousness Computable?
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 of inquiry, it has been around since ancient times. Every new generation thinks it is […]
Ghalib
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 bottom up. I hope you will enjoy reading it. Dear Fran Pritchett, […]
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 Life Is A Playground Dreams A Spiral Of Time Music Of Earth Will Never […]
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. Our doings are often protests against the world, Our best moments when we are left alone. Desires are small escapes from the […]
You Ask Me Who Am I
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. I am the voice of epic defeats, unreconcilable compromises, Vestige of a fallen colosseum, […]
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 of the inner poetry, Why this squelching of God’s voice? Conversion of soul for false […]
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, After early widowhood swiped it. For most humans joy is scanty, Strife and anguish […]
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 but not of it, Success eludes me, loneliness my destiny. Life is its discovery […]