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A place that I call my own. A place that houses my thoughts and my words. You will feel at home here. So just enter and enjoy.
Kirti
Self proclaimed bibliophile, poet, coffee-lover and a lifelong learner. Books, coffee and music is my definition of a retreat.
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My Recent Book
Poetic Pearls – a collection of 75 poems will take you on a wondrous journey of words. The poems written in various poetic styles speak about inspiration, sorrow, love, grief and patriotism. The poet’s observation and inspiration from what she sees around her is reflected in the poems listed. The poems here are a testimony to Edgar Allan Poe ‘s quote – “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
Recent Posts
Pensive Pearls
Poetry is a therapy in itself. The pandemic had drained us out both physically and mentally. At this juncture, Jaya Karmalkar's Pensive Pearls prove to be the soothing balm to our tired hearts. Pensive Pearls is a collection of 54 pearls that spurt out from...
Youthful Earth
𝙀nthralling and 𝙀nduring, 𝙉ature that 𝙉estles, 𝙑ibrant and 𝙑ivacious, 𝙄nhabitants who 𝙄nhabit, 𝙍elax and 𝙍ejoice 𝙊n the 𝙊nly 𝙉est that 𝙉urtures, 𝙈akes and 𝙈anages, 𝙀arth and its 𝙀arthlings, 𝙉ight to 𝙉oon 𝙏hrough testing 𝙏imes, 𝘿espite being 𝘿epleted, ...
Amnesty – A Thought
A thought that's debatable, An action that's questionable. Who's eligible to receive, How does one perceive? Is it right or wrong? People-lovers sing this song. Amnesty is the name, It has got bricks and fame. The survivors refuse to give, The wrong doers...
Just a Day!!
Just a day to celebrate, The hours spent in taking care Of a human within her and outside too? Just a day to celebrate, The pain that almost Costed her life, as she brought a life to light? Just a day to celebrate, The decibels that oft Made her ears whine? Just...
What Was Our Fault ?
The child all of four, Was assaulted by one and more. Poor soul bled to death, Is humanity under dearth ? A girl in her early teens, Was crumpled by boys so mean. The scar that they left, Was more than a mere theft. A young boy with aspirations, Was...
She Wondered Aloud
With her crumpled dress and bruised body, She wondered aloud, If dad had waited till the bus came, I could have been saved. If mom had allowed me to learn karate, I would have defended myself. If the boys were taught to respect girls, I would have not been...