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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
Fight or Give Up
She stood there, frozen, The world seemed to have stopped. She had a choice to make, Either fight or just give up. If she chose to give up, Her comrades' lives were at stake. Her one decision, Could just seal their fate. If she chose to fight,...
Seasonal Drift
A fire breathing dragon, Rose high up in the sky. It fried everyone in its heat, Was it revenge? The nature's perfume lingered, And indicated a seasonal drift. The earthy smell that wafted, Calmed the fire dragon too. Soothing aloe it was, The icy drops...
Avon’s Bard
The Bard --------------- He was called Avon's Bard, And he made students' lives hard. His sonnets with iambic pentameter, Even now, it is an ungauged parameter. Students feel that his comical plays, Are nothing but a mistaken identity maze. He a playwright?...
Memorable Ride
A bright and fresh morning, Got lit up more, With the clamour in the bus. The eager voices of teens, Who embarked on a new journey Sounded so cool!!! There were eyes rolling onto them, Some judging their camaraderie, And some, enjoying their...
Emptiness
Those hand-painted walls With scribbles, symbols unknown Rewinds the life tape. It plays lovely days Filled with giggles, gibberish Just so wonderful!! Numbered those days are, I did know very clearly But my heart said no In their teens they are...
A Cherished Treasure
Your hands so fragile Yet strong when they hold me tight Yes, I can feel you. Your smile is sweet, young So innocent, genuine, Yes, I can see that. Your breath is so fresh, As though you are next to me, Yes, I can sense that. Your photo, lively,...