by muktakamplikar | Jan 8, 2021 | My Diary
Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of...
by muktakamplikar | Jan 8, 2021 | My Diary
I have learnt that I won’t ever be ready for anything that life throws at me I may almost never have the right words for when they matter I won’t often know what to choose and I will make wrong choices I don’t always need the perfect guy around...
by muktakamplikar | Jan 1, 2021 | My Diary
It is moments like this that we are reminded of the healing power of poetry—its ability to permit us to wrestle with our feelings, to redefine our everyday existence, and most importantly, to provide emotional connectivity. Through poetry, we can find common...