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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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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
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...
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...
Atal
Astounding was thy personality Treat to the ears was thy voice, Amazing were thy poetic verses, Long living is thy name. Beyond parties thou art loved, Idol thou art to many Heartening it was to see thou smile, Astonishing was thy calm demeanor as thou Reacted...
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...