A Remnant of Time

By Maharaj Kaul

In A Remnant of Time, his fourth collection of poetry, Kashmiri American poet Maharaj Kaul continues his exploration of the elements that make the inner life of a human being. These verses hold that the journey of human life, as practiced in the age of technology, is greatly hindered by modern culture.

Kaul holds that humanitys souls are tarnished by stress and by demands on their energy and time. We have grown lonely as our contact with others is reduced and our family relationships become less than ardent. This collection of poems reflects the inner emptiness that humanity experiences while in the lap of material security and considers the human condition and the search for human values. It also expresses Kauls deep love for his native Kashmir.

A Remnant of Time conveys that we must resist the inhuman thrust of materialism and technology and instead preserve the grandeur of our souls, the gifts given to us by nature as we arrived in the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491753927

Maharaj Kaul

Maharaj Kaul was born in Kashmir, India, where he spent his childhood and boyhood. He graduated from Banaras University, in India, in electrical engineering and went on to Polytechnic Institute Of New York for the master's degree. He worked as an engineer for 40 years, out of which the last 30 years with American Cyanamid (which later became Wyeth, and then Pfizer). All his life he has been interested in the foundations of the human mind in the areas of science, religion, and art. In recent years he has been involved in the study of the impact of technology on human values and happiness. Out of that immersion have come out eight books, including the present one, which includes 60 poems. He lives in Suffern, New York, USA

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A Remnant Of Time

Childhood was a serene walk to the halcyon horizon,

A rapture of innocence yet unstained by the world.

Later, life swelled with bold unvarnished ambition

That tomorrow could be better.

But the hard sieve of the world strained my purity

And twisted my dreams into unredeemable scrap.

Stealing my lasting gift to it,

Reducing me to a withered glow on the horizon -

Leaving only a remnant of time.

But Shalimar has beds of ravishing flowers

That I have not yet smelled every one of them,

And I have other gardens to entrance me before I reach eternity,

And I have other gardens to entrance me before I reach eternity.

Note: Shalimar is an exquisite garden in Kashmir, India.

Nature Of Love

We do not know what love is,

But feel its presence unmistakably when it possesses us,

Is it just a state of mind or architecture of a relationship?

In the long journey of life

Man goes through many things,

But there is always an "I’ accompanying