Welcome to Kirti’s Signature
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
A Day Without Internet
A day without internet, Pure bliss and peace. The ‘dings’ of notifications go into hiding, Giving way to the rustling of papers. The YouTube ads become muted, And the super singers in us wake up. Online Ludo and cards just go away, And out comes the board...
Chandamama
Pristine beauty on the sky, You add charm to the blanket of night. Soothing is your presence And comforting is your light. Legends speak about you a lot, Your existence has the Gods involved. You are an integral part of the lullaby, Seeing you, we have...
Unsent
He, her beloved, Was far away from her, And she eagerly awaited his return. His smiling face flashed, And her eyes lit up, As they pranced through his belongings. Her picture amongst his clothes, Made her feel shy, As she giggled and moved on....
Heroes
The apple of their mother's eyes, The pride of their father, A loving and caring sibling, A crazy friend and a true lover. The love for their motherland, Was much more than these roles, That they just gave up being bound to a family, To become sons of...
O Nature!!
O Nature What was our mistake? You washed us out in fury, And left the rest, stranded in deep fear. Your children are scared for life, As their homes and schools, are wiped out Grounds are a puddle, or should I say, slush and clay? Where leaves flowed, it's human...
Crisp, Fresh and Empty
With fresh thoughts, I sat down to pen, My life's journey, Through my words, On a paper that was Crisp, fresh and empty. As the ink flowed through the nib, My thoughts froze. It came to a standstill, And resolved not to budge. Minutes passed by And so...