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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
The Bright Star
She gazed at the clear sky, Not traces of a cloud nor a star. The line moon smiled at her, And suddenly turned red. Pain that she experienced, Was beyond words to explain. She felt blood gushing out, And she looked, teary eyed at the moon. Now there was...
The Musings of a Fallen Leaf
There i lay, Separated and alone. Desperate enough, To call someone my own. Detached I was, From my home, And I now was, A building without a dome. Tears trickles down my eyes And drenched I was in it. Do I have a choice i wondered, Other than saying ‘I...
I, Mumbai
They came in fearlessly, And looked possessed. They marched on my body, As though they were obsessed. They carried ammunitions, And entered my chambers. Within seconds I was covered, With blazing embers. My children reacted fast, But they were faster. By...
Wee Hours
Wrapped in a black blanket, The sky was deep asleep. Everything was muted, Was that for the sky to sleep? The lone star twinkled, Through the cover, Was it a signal, To its lover? The crickets spoke to each other, Breaking the silence. It made me...
Loss
Heavy on heart, Haunting the mind, Loss leaves an impression, That creates a void. Loss, just four letters, Is a word that's inevitable, But dreaded by Every human on earth. Loss of a loved one, A dear one, Oh… that's hard, To adjust and move on....
Why??
Dust and fragments Covered the earth, That once was a garden. Instead of cherries on trees, It now had dried blood, And pieces of human flesh. Pebbles were replaced, With empty shells And metal fragments. The greenery gave way to, Grey,...