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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I Am Not a Runaway

Aura was sorrowful, With wails crooning against walls. Anguish sang songs, So sorrowful and unhappy. Sound of a bomb : not a lullaby Was raising up. Pain was all around, With humans torn apart. Blood was in motion, With no path to drift, As...

King of Fruits

As April walks by, All I want is you. My hands wish to touch you, And my olfactory, to sniff you in.   Crisp and sour, is you as raw With  colour so grassy and rural. As you grow, you transform, To...

Biblichor

Your fragrance so fresh, intoxicates me, And doesn't let me be. It charges me to start afresh, Intoxicates me, your fragrance, so fresh.   As I caress you, I am just blown away, To lure me, you have your way. Through...

Atal

Astounding was thy personality Treat to the ears was thy voice, Amazing were thy poetic verses, Long living is thy name.   Beyond parties thou art loved, Idol thou art to many Heartening it was to see thou smile, Astonishing was thy...

The Bright Star

She gazed at the clear sky, Not traces of a cloud nor a star. The line moon smiled at her, And suddenly turned red.   Pain that she experienced, Was beyond words to explain. She felt blood gushing out, And she looked,...

The Musings of a Fallen Leaf

There i lay, Separated and alone. Desperate enough, To call someone my own.   Detached I was, From my home, And I now was, A building without a dome.   Tears trickles down my eyes  And drenched I was in it. Do I have a choice...

I, Mumbai

They came in fearlessly, And looked possessed. They marched on my body, As though they were obsessed.   They carried ammunitions, And entered my chambers. Within seconds I was covered, With blazing embers.   My children reacted fast, But they were faster. By the time the...

Wee Hours

  Wrapped in a black blanket, The sky was deep asleep. Everything was muted, Was that for the sky to sleep?   The lone star twinkled, Through the cover, Was it a signal, To its lover?   The crickets spoke to each other, Breaking the silence. It...

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