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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
Forests and Faeries
Title : Forests and Faeries Author : Srivalli Rekha Genre : Fantasy Publisher : Room9 Publications Who doesn’t wish to be transported to a magical land. That is what ‘Forests and Faeries does to the reader. Let me start with the cover that speaks magic...
Chanakya’s Chant
Title : Chanakya’s Chant Author : Ashwin Sanghi Genre : Thriller Publisher: Harper Collins Chanakya - a name synonymous with economics and finance. What was his chant? Why this title? With these questions in mind, I started reading this book. Two narratives...
Burnt Shadows
Title : Burnt Shadows Author : Kamila Shamsie Genre : Historical Fiction A novel based on some unforgettable historical happenings. Burnt Shadows tells us the tale of Hiroko Tanaka, a resident of Nagasaki, well now you get an idea of the historical event, right?...
Scars Etched for Eternity
In English we say, I was bullied But in poetry … Laughed upon and scorned By people who took others for granted. Physically and verbally they abused, And… that was endured in silence. Lest they knew, and probably cared a dime, Of what their abuses could do. The...
Lonely
In English we say, I feel lonely, But in poetry… I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss, I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don't hear. I see people in plenty, still my eyes seem to be yearning. So many to hear me, still I feel unheard. My heart...
Netaji
Swatantratha* was your aim, Even if you had to move away from non-violence, For which Azad Hind Fauj* was your calling. Your voice lured many, sans gender bias, To take up arms to free the country. "Tum mujhe khoon do, main tumhe azaadi doonga!!" * Your slogan echoes...