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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
Sound of Silence
Ask a new mom, What is the sound of silence? She would say… "Relaxation mode on!!". Ask a mom of a toddler, What is the sound of silence? She would say… " It is dangerous and fearsome ". Ask a teacher, What is the sound of silence? She would...
Benevolent Shade
Your shade, so soothing, Was our abode for ages. Under you, we grew, Laughed, cried and enjoyed. You saw us as toddlers, Running around you, Singing Ring-around-the- roses. As we grew, Your shade grew too And we basked under it, During lunch and PE. Your shade was the...
The English Teacher
R K Narayan, the name synonymous with the dreamy town of Malgudi. Isn't it? When I picked up his book 'The English Teacher', I didn't imagine that it would leave a lasting impression on me. The story about a young English teacher Krishnan, takes us through his...
Maa…
More than the world they mean, Affectionate is she towards them. Amazing courage she has When she embraces motherhood. Considered coy and shy, A mother isn't one though. As she brings out a life, Almost losing hers… Her blood and flesh, Lies in front as...
Muffled Voice
I could hear the voices, That awaited my arrival. They said we will do this, They said we will do that. I knew they were mine, And I belonged to them. Lest I knew that, That was just my misunderstanding. Reality was far more severe, As when they heard… I...
Smoky Imprints
The azure sky, Looked bright and calm, Shining against the sun, It looked all warm. Gray coloured birds, Flew across majestically. Leaving a trail of smoke, As the imprint on its body. The birds had a tattoo, The tricolour that we boast off. They glided...