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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, 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...
Loss
Heavy on heart, Haunting the mind, Loss leaves an impression, That creates a void. Loss, just four letters, Is a word that's inevitable, But dreaded by Every human on earth. Loss of a loved one, A dear one, Oh… that's hard, To adjust and move on....
Why??
Dust and fragments Covered the earth, That once was a garden. Instead of cherries on trees, It now had dried blood, And pieces of human flesh. Pebbles were replaced, With empty shells And metal fragments. The greenery gave way to, Grey,...
Sound of Silence
Ask a new mom, What is the sound of silence? She would say… "Relaxation mode on!!". Ask a mom of a toddler, What is the sound of silence? She would say… " It is dangerous and fearsome ". Ask a teacher, What is the sound of silence? She would...
Benevolent Shade
Your shade, so soothing, Was our abode for ages. Under you, we grew, Laughed, cried and enjoyed. You saw us as toddlers, Running around you, Singing Ring-around-the- roses. As we grew, Your shade grew too And we basked under it, During lunch and PE. Your shade was the...