Saloni Kaul

The June Featured Poet is Saloni Kaul

Please feel free to email Saloni at: skaul57@yahoo.com



The all-powerful sun rules like a dictator
That doesn’t permit anything else to grow or appear
In its domain the sky (however beautiful blue), like senator,
Storming through each backbencher cloud to have its say.
Night, had it not a beauty of its own,
Would still assert its strong validity,
Remind us that on account of scientific facts alone
It stars, for we live midst million things with solidity.
Far from being all alone, the only ones,
We see those nightly stars, all suns, are still out there,
Most restlessly pacing the skies at night
But hidden from us all the length of day.
Given facts, do we want an ‘all day’ fictional plot
Or a balanced approach of what is our present lot?


Some precious thoughts all tucked away like treasures,
Attractive sailboats at imagination’s dock,
To slowly taste and savor, feed upon at leisure,    
As winter’s hibernators tuck into piled stock.
Cast well aside for moments sluggish and slothful
Are those we masticate, take time to digest, 
Yet some stir up most inadvertently the wrathful
And we react involuntarily in true earnest.
When time for action’s called we do concede
And all these thoughts allot immediate action;
Slick tabulate to be released in speech, word, deed,
And have our phrased say to appease all factions.
Thoughts chewed upon, tight stored or churned anew,
Give them thought, rearrange, then speak, chip in as if on cue.


Stark darkness with its own yardstick measures.
The Night lets luminaries all  glow and shine
Overruling sun’s arrogant dictates and treasures 

That yielding all-sun day blind us to cosmos’s truthful shrine. 

Ironic it’s how over-praised high status heavens
Have been periodically likened to perpetual day
Presuming that we’d all like sampling glow empyreans,
Abodes in firmaments that blaze, reward if we hard pray!
The Day dismisses with utmost contempt all else as flimsy,
Brushes night’s dust briskly under dawn's carpet in manner uncouth, 

As though Night were nothing but a mere whimsy
And presents its one side of the coin as the whole truth.
To each its beauty, must we all measure and vote
When in equal measures we have both in the same life boat.

How partial are we, shall we stay fearless,

As we experience both per force, regardless?  

Saloni Kaul, author and poet, was first published at the age of ten and has stayed in print since on four continents. As a critic and columnist, Saloni has enjoyed forty-one years of being published. Her first volume, a fifty poem collection, was published in the USA in 2009. Subsequent volumes include Universal One and Essentials All. She is also an accomplished broadcaster with innumerable documentaries and features to her credit.

Saloni Kaul’s poetry has been published in The Horror Zine, Misty Mountain Review, Mad Swirl (contains an 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.