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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
Myriad Hues of Life
Title : Myriad Hues of Life Author : Pooja Mandala Genre : Poetry Publisher: The Little Booktique Hub Poetry need not consist of ornate words and difficult thoughts. Simple words and mundane thoughts can be weaved into amazing poetry. Pooja Mandala’s Myriad...
The Feeling!!
The feeling of heart beat from within, Surreal and ecstatic at the same time. Ahhh.. Wait for the ten months to end, they said. I still wondered why? Won't that be a beautiful day? I thought. Then I realized what they meant. They needed a child, ...
One of the Kind
I was a loner, Everywhere I used to go. None wanted to be with me, And my tears never ceased to flow. My own types, They ignored me, As I disliked what they loved, And turned blind to what they see. The others, ahh.. they too Didn't appreciate my...
ഏതോ നാട്ടിലെ ആരൊക്കെയോ ചിലർ
Title : ഏതോ നാട്ടിലെ ആരൊക്കെയോ ചിലർ Author : Ajith Valloli Publisher : Kairali Books Language : Malayalam ഏതോ നാട്ടിലെ ആരൊക്കെയോ ചിലർ brings to life the typical Palakkadan villages. Through the intricately weaved stories, the author Ajith takes us into the...
I Am Not a Runaway
Aura was sorrowful, With wails crooning against walls. Anguish sang songs, So sorrowful and unhappy. Sound of a bomb : not a lullaby Was raising up. Pain was all around, With humans torn apart. Blood was in motion, With no path to drift, As chunks of brawn, Of humans...
King of Fruits
As April walks by, All I want is you. My hands wish to touch you, And my olfactory, to sniff you in. Crisp and sour, is you as raw With colour so grassy and rural. As you grow, you transform, To look bright and sunny. King of Fruits, a crown, So apt for...