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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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Inked Thoughts
Inked Thoughts is a tender and evocative collection of poems that captures the many shades of human experience. From the quiet beauty of rain, seasons, and landscapes to the ache of memory, loss, and injustice, these poems trace a heart that is attentive, questioning, and deeply felt. Written in a voice that is intimate yet accessible, this collection invites readers to pause, reflect, and discover poetry in the everyday as well as the extraordinary.
Recent Posts
Chandamama
Pristine beauty on the sky, You add charm to the blanket of night. Soothing is your presence And comforting is your light. Legends speak about you a lot, Your existence has the Gods involved. You are an integral part of the lullaby, Seeing you, we have...
Heroes
The apple of their mother's eyes, The pride of their father, A loving and caring sibling, A crazy friend and a true lover. The love for their motherland, Was much more than these roles, That they just gave up being bound to a family, To become sons of...
O Nature!!
O Nature What was our mistake? You washed us out in fury, And left the rest, stranded in deep fear. Your children are scared for life, As their homes and schools, are wiped out Grounds are a puddle, or should I say, slush and clay? Where leaves flowed, it's human...
An Emotion
White and fluffy batter, Ground to perfect smoothness, All fermented and ready, To satiate the hunger pangs. Tawa, greased with oil, Pre-heated to the optimal, Is ready to receive the white batter, With arms open wide and round. Srrrrppp goes a serving...
Salem to Varanasi
Bustling Salem station, With hawkers, passengers and what not, Perplexed and amused I used to feel, Seeing that station rush. A partially ignored Higginbothams, Lured me towards it, And in a jiffy I was back to the madness, Clutching tight, my prized...
The Reality
Sobs woke the little girl, Perturbed, she followed the sound. She overheard a conversation, That would change her mindset forever. A book and a pen were in deep thoughts, The book sobbed.and said, Hey friend, my dear pen, Now no child wants buy a book and read....