Saloni Kaul, author and poet, was first published at the age of ten and has stayed in print since on four continents. As critic and columnist Saloni has enjoyed forty one years of being published. Saloni Kaul's first volume, a fifty poem collection was published in the USA in 2009. Subsequent volumes include Universal One and Essentials All.
Saloni Kaul is also an accomplished broadcaster, writer-producer-presenter with innumerable documentaries and features to her credit.
Most recent Saloni Kaul poetic production has been published in The Horrorzine, Misty Mountain Review, Mad Swirl (contains ongoing Saloni Kaul poetry page), The Penwood Review, The Voices Project, Scarlet Leaf Review, Taj Mahal Review, Verbal Art, Ink Sweat And Tears, Military Experience And The Arts (As You Were: The Military Review), OVI Magazine, Blueline, Indiana Voice Journal, Five 2 One Journal, The City Poetry,The Lake, House Of Horror Glitter & Words, The Whimperbang Journal and The Paragon Journal. Upcoming publication acceptances include those of The Imaginate Zine, Mantis, The Penwood Review, Scarlet Leaf Review and The Paragon Press Journal.
BY TEASPOONS ? BY LADLE ?
When sounds of trouble then all of a sudden soar
Like pigs disgruntled squabbling in a poke ,
We all know better than to be so fooled at core,
You do know better than those flames to stoke.
And when heads with arms all apparently relinquished
Towards you love’s onslaught, class true or fake,
On the alert be, even as cooks most accomplished
Keep firm watch on their biscuits as they bake.
Those that at auctions intervene to slyly swift transform
Results in their own interest, using a deal of clout
Only to egg the buyer on, yourself inform;
As in love feigning’s evident, be on the strict watch out.
Heap on your dollops by teaspoons or ladle,
Whatsoever you do, steer clear of meddle.
TRANSFORM CINEMATICALLY !
Weighed down under a host of problems unresolved,
A sad glow overcomes the much oppressed heart ;
Contained wrapped permanant solutions solved
Float on the upswing, ones sought after as much as prized art.
Even in circumstance that doubt unveils
Where jagged jitters old is that constant dabber,
You must see that your confident true self prevails
And have the heart to stay calm and sober.
As with previous downturns I come to grips
And bridge the widest gaps that hover phased near at play
As I am close to reconcile, the balance dips,
That starry golden galaxy recedes into bright day.
All scents of order calm for whiffs of struggling strife,
It's matter of cinematic bringing still life to life.
POINT COUNTERPOINT : Gorgons of This World
Three winged monsters, females serpent haired, on end
Each ominous wing flap stark calling your attention,
Most rhythmic, purposeful, with ‘look at me’ command;
Ah, single glance would mean lifelong detention.
Eyes locked in strong embrace that would kindle no passion bright
Straight glances meeting that trigger neither love nor lust,
Instant sending trick’ry, he’d be stone at first sight,
Marbled in time, forever cold, not even crushed to dust.
Strategic thought to his rescue, a brain wave skilled
And lo ! he holds the captive in his shield array.
Mirrored in there, their eyes meet and Medusa wills
Him to turn and become her, those three Gorgons’, prey,
But eye to eye, he classily aims and at once her kills.
Armed with Perseus-like strategy, beware of first sight.
Medusa’s gone, immortals two remain out there to bite.
ESSAYING EXPRESSION DAILY
How would you like to think out one beautiful day
That in its many minuscule divisions
Plays out a myriad fable themes in grand array,
Colourful in display as they take on revisions .
A morning headstart top instinctive bright and early
High in contemplation, slow in tempo and exultation,
Soon whips up the momentum slowly but surely,
Yields, all feat and exploit, excellent consultation.
By afternoon things perk up, get speedily mobilised
Till you are all agog with high anticipation .
A splendid lunch easygoing , menu designed stylised
Relieves tension existing as with granted emancipation.
And so, we keep going from one to its own twin,
A day so like the other yet startling with every win.
ALL IN GOOD USE
Lazy for long to hints obtuse,
Steeped in slush slippery lubricities ,
Idling away long days equally lax lethargic,
Clear of strict edgy disciplinary precision ,
That selfindulgent languorous dreaminess ,
Lacking both energy enthusiasm to combat
The overwhelmingly oppressive stillness
Engulfing the world, clouds the horizons.
Then sudden like those unveiling of statues,
With eagle-eyed firmness, called for rigidity,
All that well-stored produce,
Still camphor-laden, unaired all, lack-lucidity,
Is put at once to use.
ALL IN GOOD TIME
A garland of dry leaves
When flowers are out of season
Confers what little else then can.
A subsidy of fabulously fancy roses
When those heaped accolades are in
Mingles with the murmurs of sea in the saltpan.
The muttered thanks perfunctory, at the unneeded, of man.
The usual blunder of giving too much, too late peeves.
A timed convergence of high thought
Upon the concourse of specific measured space
Whittled like a rainbow out of the blue ,
Configurations of plain comprehension sought
Point beamed stark inexorably
Spot ineradicably on the grasping hand
And all is ascertainable, attainable, that’s true.
OLD TIME PATTERNS PETALLINE
Those petal peels from memory ,
On them is lingering on the dew ;
The texture silken satin smooth
And oh how warm emanates each hue!
How swift straight from antiquity...
To me comes clear each cue
And when it all eventually evaporates
There’s still the residue.
BLUEPRINT & THE STARS ALL
He was deft, dramatic and determined.
His aim was the perfect drive
Moulding physique and stamina,
Sheer genius and ability.
Blend of body and technique with style.
(On the one hand) : Proper club size,
measured flight curve and tee angle.
Envision trajectory all the way
and take into account air resistance.
Study the surface structure diligently
and go about ball rotation pin-pointedly.
(On the other hand): Posture is crucial,
power is premeditated, astutely planned.
Yet that intuitive great gut haul
and drive technique is all his very own.
To each his swing, unique as fingerprint blueprint.....
And the ball is lofted to where it has to go.
This one easily matching the speed of his car,
almost 300 km. / hour.
And it is all in the game !
COLD IN THEIR ENCLAVE
This time I hark after a distant sound
Dusting tall statuettes of gold.
I trace the songline to the edge of the mound
And sheer liquid gold gets sold.
I slowly chase the glinting staves
As their echoes recede.
I touch the statues one by one, meek slaves,
And in silence the acquiescing shadows all concede.
SKY HIGH LOVE
You keenly wait to hear what I have yet to say
As clouds of streaming white go drifting by.
Then, as you look up, quite as clear as day,
In my own pointed way, like monthly pay,
My thoughts on love are posted on the sky.
Physical-spiritual fruition, a magical feat ,
Babe stretches to have feet bathed in currents.
Homage paid, waters beat their hasty retreat.