SALONI KAUL - POEMS

​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.

​SALIENCE

​Submerged coherently in a deluge
Deliberations delicately explosive
A torrent of semiquaver-like arguments
We fluidly abandon pat a set of words
And settle for rhyming eqivalents.
Delineate !

Rhyming dilemma decaying decumbent?
Recite a most mellifluous mantra
Capricious, utterly superfluous
For the Dharamsala Dalai Lama
Who for all those Tibetan medicine
Wonders couldn't even cure his own self.
Cicatrize!

Physician heal thyself, frailly they say!
Combat vituperatives violent
Unleashed bull-dozer like on the common
Breeds all on leashes so uncommon rare

Earn erudite early explanations
Eradicate intimidating rudeness
Those rude-toned brutal detonations fortissimo
First.

Sound pattern flock-familiarity
Pitter-patter nugget-like the namedrops
Who do you know out there that I do not
Name clicking sound click-clocking family tree
Quite irrespective of bold attributes.
Collect!

Out of respect swirling swishing spectacular
And no less out of disrespect deserved
Pay pay a tribute as Antony or Brutus
Pay pasquinading palest lip service
Pale all the wavering horizon length
With your words.
Yield ! Remunerate!

Decrepit dripping tributaries all
Oppositive overrunning extremities
While say recordedly the river all runs dry
Away away from the old rustic river
The riotously roaring yet reliable
Relic-like rippling effect
Create!

Bold breed in bulk like savage spawn
Augur articulate that all goes well
(Swell and down the whimsical well)
Like ding-dong ding-dong brindled bell
Hand-held hard-hammered gleaming glockenspiel
If you dislike intrinsically that feline species
As some wholeheartedly do.
Bon-bon bonanza!

What kinds of back-drop bells
Does each new name breathlessly ring?
Blow broad a baldric bugle bell
Bellow believingly a bright ballad
Belch sturdily a bloodcurdler on the one blade
Blarney stone be kind of kissed
Before you blithesome back-spin belt opaque
And blast a blustering blaspheme booster

For the back-seated and beleaguered lot.

Belittle all of them fortuitously
Persistent as oldest of campanile
Mediaeval bell chimes all careening,
Occasionally cantankerous all,

Hammered away the loud entire group.
When that old bellman is belligerent
He rings clangorously combat improvident.
The tactlessly impatient town is all at war.

Our carillons, predominantly all
Melodic, fine-tuned stationary bells
All keyboard hammered opalescently.
As you see conciliative; tone placates
And reunites like oldfashioned whip
In party politics once mandatory.

So swing, swing all the bells, let clapper ring,
A circle of vibrations at bell rim,
The sound bow all but slow-straining itself,
All almost as tricky as the casting
The tuning of the old old bell itself.

Prolonged resounding like proverbial bell tone
Resourcefully in rising or slowly waning partials,
Strongest of strikes, then hums dissolute diminishing,

And long drawn-out lingering overtones.
All overlapping in resultant resonance.

Concave conch-like  concordant concoctions

For this conciliatory conclusive one

Contender opulently concretised for that prime place !
Concatenation ! Topple the one there,

Concomitantly in concentric circles ,
Outstrip the line length outwardly at least,

Oust the Mister unceremoniously.

If totally installed, rigorously uninstal.

All to augment, outstretch prosperity
After all.

MY WORLD'S SCALE
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There comes a time when I see these world quarters
All through the filtered haze of my own writing screen,
A scrawl of words that write themselves on scene--
Magnifically telling talking of the waters--



And in the depths of crowds and on the faces of strangers,
That are soon sucked into the vortex of my words
Shut like Rapunzel in my word tower, undeterred,
As I immeasurable roam freely like a ranger.



They let their hair down most enticed to browse
Through stress unstress quite uncommanded in silence,
Imbibe the music of the consonants and sibilants
And air the vowels in assonance declaimed like vows.



And like exiguous starved for fame parasites
On gradually exuded fame and fortune fed,
By slow degrees they revel in a town infinite painted red
And clear express all their opinions as in large plebiscites.

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ARCANUM

In those high-flown attempts eternal flat


To gain harmonious constants consistently
You level up all equability
Confabulating like love's all coy constancy
Briskly rubbing off with unstinted purpose
On scheme's two lovers in faithfulness twined,



Like heat slides always instantly freely
From planes warm-warmer-warmest to cooler
In manner most disciplinary
O ever equalising prettily 


Taut unpretentiously in swift effect 


Like liquids levelling from wide-mouthed flask
And buoyantly-tipped cylindrical beaker
To Boyle's slick slimmest tube and apparatuses.
A presentation different, volume exactly as it was !



Hence warmest lengths all cool given the time,
Those coolest stretches all quite soon heat up,
Each chasing like extravagance in language
That smoothest common temperature factor 



Like trading stacks of cards all honestly
That hasty give and take of those prize cards
In absolutely closely-guarded winning hand,



As though each is somehow quite utterly unable
To then sustain its own high-brow extreme
And ever so anxious to seal its fate
And one smart way or other the entire deal,
Declare , whether genteel soft or bombastic loud,
Declare a win pep preferably !



A thermal equilibrium status
Fidelity-high, minimum distortion,
Is keenly sought unsparingly!
Heat's transferred, motion is increased 


Tactfully as an immediate result. 


That's exegetically speaking so


As clear exemplified in free translations.



In the exceptional excessive heat 


Of this profoundly stifling atmosphere
As though bothered intensely by scruples severe,
That stray twinge of responding conscience,



Today even acutely sensing shadows all
Immoderately sizzle expounding modestly
Their own scholarly well-woven logical rationale.



From this respectable and unembroiled distance
I watch them cooler, suddenly protected.

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​ESSENCES & ILLUMINATIONS

So leave the door ajar only for me
At least aslant the slightest little chink
That all the essences of song may spiral up
Aloft and of you make me sudden think.



Then leave a kind word in the lingering air
When you have lavished all the praise you could
That it might furnish its bestowed quota base 


For towering allotments poetic on ivory or wood.



Ah leave the recalcitrant night aflame for me,
Let stars that obstinately burn all shine intense
That all their interlocked light may paved illuminate the way
Salutarily to unrolled wisdom as immense.



Do leave a slender sliver of love aside for me
When to me all your love you have given


That I may inexorably thrive on doubl'd hope
As we both build anew on the old and well-driven.

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CYCLIC OR LINEAR
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That unchecked headlong flow onwards driven
By sheer momentum into the unknown,
Like straight paths direct of illumination,
Short cuts that light mystics' mysterious ways,
THE LINEAR IRREVERSIBILITY ------------





And then for whom the light of knowledge deep
Intimidates and overwhelms, happier 


On the gradual ascent protective,
Seeking continuously reasssurance 


Of slow and gentle meandering windings,
And then for them, THE CYCLIC CHANCE,
The sounder safer repeat first,
Checks balances familiarity,
Spirallic rounds alive with speculation, anticipation,
Almost REVERSIBILITY-LIKE in persona



Where after the perpetual turning on itself,
The expansions and contractions spiralling through itself
Without beginning or end like air flow,
It is as though concrete clearance in this continuum
Is the green light signal for creation,
The start of a sparkling brand new phase.



All change within the spanned continuum
Expansion and contraction through changes in velocity,
Is a movement simultaneous in either direction
Towards those two extremities like one
Looking at itself and in so doing 


Becoming both subject and object.



Winding ? Unwinding? Inhalation, expansions 


Of new breath, intakes of air, circulation
And recirculation of energy,
Recirculations of cosmic rhythms
That parallel the ongoing eternal creation


And constant dissolution
Of this enduring abiding universe, all of it.



For like the soundest imagination, 


A source of perpetual regeneration,
There is always work to do, for both lethargic
And the dynamic on the go,
Filling , forming a higher overall order
Outside that limited linear cause and effect concept,


Equipping with each prized depletion



Turning, circulating, changing, evolving,
Upholding the adamant life principle
Caught in the stark continuum,
That cyclical nature of space and time.

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