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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
Biblichor
Your fragrance so fresh, intoxicates me, And doesn't let me be. It charges me to start afresh, Intoxicates me, your fragrance, so fresh. As I caress you, I am just blown away, To lure me, you have your way. Through your pages, a new world you lead me to, I am...
Ancient Indian Foods Mentioned in Ayurveda and Still Relevant Today
Most modern diets focus on calories, protein, and weight loss. Ayurveda takes a completely different approach — it focuses on digestion, balance, and long-term health. This is the key difference: Modern nutrition asks: “What should I eat?” Ayurveda asks: “What can my...
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...