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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...