Stillness of Being

By Maharaj Kaul

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Mar 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643670737

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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Stillness of Being

Mind plots revolutions,

But inner being wants harmony.

Life came with music,

But world moves by agenda.

Childhood was a pristine dream,

But wisdom turned that into a project.

Ambitions vault our existence,

Energy seethes from our pores.

But we came with a faith,

Our elements beckon tranquility.

There is a more sublime state than success,

World wants tumult but soul seeks stillness

T

he World I Left Behind

When I reached David’s Point

There was an epic change of scene,

Trees rustled with a tune, water danced drunk,

Light scintillated unblinkingly, time stilled echoingly.

Moments melted into hours

And then I woke from the reverie,

The world looked eerily different,

I felt possessed,

The door of eternity seemed to have opened a crack.

I melted into the scene,

Slowly losing my earlier identity,

There was no self but harmony with universe,

No purpose but the word of God.

I looked at the world I left behind,

It seemed unreal and lifeless,

I wondered why I lived there,

Then why so long?

Remembrance of Lake George

Lake George, a remnant of the last ice age,

Stands towering in our consciousness,

Little remembering its birth pangs.

When you first see it

You are blown off your feet,

By its majesty, size, and scope.

Its tranquility is uplifting,

Its grace shames our human level,

It is selfless but yet pervasive.

Mountains kiss its shores,

Cool breezes embrace its wavelets,

Its refulgent blue waters forever serenade.

It is an exception of experience,

Its aura is resplendent, its message sublime,

It is an arrow of time traversing to eternity.

My life long search for a beloved

Ended when by chance I discovered her,

Now I sleep in a dream and wake up with one.

A Struggling Dream Never Complete

There were opportunities that would have

Lifted my soul out of wear and rut,

Giving me new dimensions,

I squandered in idealism or ignorance.

There were dreams that knocked on my soul

That would have lifted it to the stars,

Which I ignored out of false fulness,

In narcissistic immodesty.

There were human beings who extended

Their hands in warm friendship,

That would have created uplifting relationships,

Which I rejected in self-centeredness.

There were ideas that would have taken me to God

That I laughed at to keep my reason alive,

I believed in nature instead –

The road that is resonant but not transcendent.  

All these things if I had

Would not still have made my life easy,

In fact it would still be the same,

As life is a struggling dream never complete.

Hope Never