Kirti V

An IT Professional turned teacher who loved to write took to serious writing during the 2020 pandemic. I prefer writing poems but have written some short stories as well. A voracious reader, linguist, an avid quizzer, music and sports lover, self proclaimed coffee addict and foodie that I am, my creations also reflect the same. Have contributed to some anthologies and look forward to publish my own sometime. Kirti's Signature is the foundation for that.. Happy to share my work with you all through this website. It contains poems, stories, mini bytes (pocket poems and pocket stories), reviews and a glimpse of my published work!! The website will also feature the different types of poetry forms with the explanations and sample poems written on the same.
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Odyssey of Life, of Learnings, of Joy

Title : Odyssey of Life, of Learnings, of Joy Poet : Zeyd Ladha Genre : Poetry Publisher : Elira Publishing House   The name of the book draws your attention. Yes, Odyssey is what I am talking about. The...

Detox and Rejuvenate

The month of monsoon,  When pitter-patter, fall the raindrops,  On my tiled roof.  Gloomy sky, pregnant clouds,  Set the mood for a lazy day.  As a kid, I enjoyed,  Walking in the rain,  To school and back,  Sporting colourful umbrellas,  Ahhh.. the pride...

My Dad’s Scooter

I remember my dad's scooter,  Twas coloured red,  With black bordering the sides,  Making it look majestic.    I remember my dad's scooter,  It's number was 7121. Twas a part of my childhood  And now, in my memory.    I remember my dad's scooter,  The...

And I Surrendered

The love that was showered,  Ahh.. Pure bliss twas,  And I surrendered,  To that love.    The trust they had on me,  Was more than expected,  And I surrendered,  To that trust.    They believed in me so much,  That they fought with their parents...

Dignity for All

Every heart that beats Deserves moments to be loved, Respected and cared. Photo by Jiroe (Matia Rengel) on Unsplash

Supreme Dancer

The feminine feeling Paced through the little heart From the tender age of ten.    Dance, was the only solace,  To express the femininity,  That remained hidden under the garbs of a boy.    An era when only XX and XY were...

That Bright Sun

Their lives were filled with gloom,  Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom,  Over the earth, arousing the petrichor.    Slowly, through the clouds, there came,  A streak of light - warmth it became,  So did the smile of...

Age No Bar

She, so eager to learn, Had to bid goodbye As, she lost her mother And her hopes, did die. Determined, that she was, Decided to fulfill, Her hunger for knowledge With her determination and will. "My age is just a number", She said...

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