by Kirti V | Jun 29, 2026 | Poetry
As I stepped through those gates, Memories flooded my mind. I waded my way through them, And reached my destination, the room. The classroom, empty though, Echoed the laughter and cries. The wooden benches remained intact, With the...
by Kirti V | Jun 29, 2026 | Poetry
The uniform neatly pressed, With the corners sharp on touch. Few books and certificates, And photographs of family and God, Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk, With his name inscribed in white, Brought tears to his parents eyes, Even though their hearts...
by Kirti V | Jun 29, 2026 | Poetry
The creases on the forehead, And the twitched brow, Show us the weight of expectations that we bear. The weight of expectations, Is equally proportional, To the growth of a mortal. They keep rising, And pulling us down, Just like the...
by Kirti V | Jun 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
The quintine is a one-stanza poem built up out of five lines, and with the following syllable count: x xxx xxxxx xxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx
by Kirti V | Jun 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
Hug, Comforts one Like a warm blanket, Soaking itself in our tears And soothing our wounded heart and soul Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash
