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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
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...
Bharathi
He didn't wage a war, But his powerful voice was heard really far. Wars needn't be fought with swords and guns, He proved that with his paper and pens. His words were those tiny pellets That fell on the enemy like a shower of bullets. His impactful poems spoke about...
The Kakori Sojourn
In the name of taxes, Our country was looted. Our hard earned money, Filled the English caskets. Enraged at this treatment, The young bloods boiled. They vowed to get the money back, Just like Robin Hood. Kakori was the chosen route, And Ramprasad...
Masterchef
Donning the hat of a master chef, Flicking the ladle, I started to cook, Kitchen seemed so comfy and homely, Yes, I was ready to show my skills. Stove turned on with tava and oil sizzled, Drenching the chimney as mustards crackled, Do I stay or run, I thought. 'Twas a...
Loss
Her mind froze, and heart paced faster that it almost exploded, Her fragile hands trembled, of her age and also fear, as she slowly removed the pristine white face cloth. Pregnant silence shattered with her cries, And her tears flowed. Violent storm ‘twas. The cloth...
Kargil Vijay Diwas
Key to them was their motherland 's pride, Anger boiled when it was taken for a ride. Raging cold weather and pristine snow of the Kashmir valleys and Grenades, missiles that lit up the skies were bleak as Illuminated were their hearts with the sparks of patriotism...