Welcome to Kirti’s Signature
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
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?...
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...
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...
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,...
Serene
The dawn breaks with Suprabhatam and Sahasranamam And a white carpet of kolam, Ushering in the day. The aroma of filter coffee Filling the room, Was an unsaid alarm For me to wake up. Brightly lit pooja room, With chandanam and camphor, Spreading their...