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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
Tabebuia Rosea
The pink carpet, that canopies the road, Creates a tunnel, so divine. Shaped like a trumpet, These pink flowers hum the tune, Probably to usher in spring. Or, to bid goodbye to winter. The IT city got a wintery feel, With the blooming Tabebuia Rosea. ...
Recipe for Reality
Several drops of kindness And drops of care, A pinch of humanity, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. Dollops of love, And scoops of affection, Garnished with empathy, Would make a utopian dream, a reality. A generous serve of compassion, And...
The Box that Spoke
The camp wore a somber look As the dark clouds of sorrow shrouded it. The waft carried the stench of smoke, Drenched in metal, blood and flesh. As the smoke settled, the boxes came alive, Wrapped in tri colour And ready to go home, To the family that was...
Word-e-scape
Life ain't a bed of roses for all, As thorns lay sharp for some. So was it for this little one, Who was confused with his identity. To the world he was a 'HE', To himself, he was a 'SHE'. Torn between this he and she, He forgot what he should see. ...
Mother’s Love
She smiled silently, As wholeheartedly she cooked But for whom, you know? Maybe her parents Or, wait, for her dearest friends? Or her spouse who's tired? No, her smile speaks more Of contentment and pure bliss Of feeding someone Who's a part of...
Kuttanadan Punchayile
The wood to carve you, Is chosen after high scrutiny. It's worshiped before being chopped, To give the majestic shape that you carry. You're treated next to God, Revered and respected by all. The villagers that owns you, Love you like their progeny. ...