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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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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
Confused!!!
Appalled was I when I read their words, I couldn't make a head or tail out of it, And words seem to have lost their meaning. MHROTD, well does this make your day? Or Many happy returns of the day? The IDK and IDC, Look like acronyms of some disease....
Frozen Tear
His eyes open, gaze fixed, His hand on the trigger still intact, The bloody chest that took the bullets Froze in red, telling his tale. A tear skipped from his eye, And remained frozen as snow engulfed him. Why did he shed a tear, What was his worry or fear?...
The Mushroom Cloud
Clouds, the white fluffy cottons, That float on the cerulean sky, Aaah… a lovely sight to watch. When they turn black, They invite the rains, To quench the thirst of the earth and its mortals. Are all clouds like that? But there was once a black cloud, That...
Heard, but Unheard
His fingers had a magic, As when they touched the monochromes, Mystical music was created. His fingers seemed to play with the keys, Cajoling and caressing them, And the keys, longed for his touch. His music, universal, Could grab everyone's ears, And...
26/11
The bustling city, Came to a standstill, When some perpetrators, Invaded her privacy. They, a bunch of youngsters, Came through her waters And killed people in random, Rejoicing at every bullet they fired. They entered Leopold, And emptied bullets there...
Welcoming Winters
Air, chill, yet pleasant, Misty curtains envelop, Welcoming winters.