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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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My Recent Book

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

My Dad’s Scooter

My Dad’s Scooter

I remember my dad's scooter,  Twas coloured red,  With black bordering the sides,  Making it look majestic.    I remember my dad's scooter,  It's number was 7121. Twas a part of my childhood  And now, in my memory.    I remember my dad's scooter,  The sound...

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And I Surrendered

And I Surrendered

The love that was showered,  Ahh.. Pure bliss twas,  And I surrendered,  To that love.    The trust they had on me,  Was more than expected,  And I surrendered,  To that trust.    They believed in me so much,  That they fought with their parents for me.  And...

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Supreme Dancer

Supreme Dancer

The feminine feeling Paced through the little heart From the tender age of ten.    Dance, was the only solace,  To express the femininity,  That remained hidden under the garbs of a boy.    An era when only XX and XY were accepted,  Made it difficult for the...

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That Bright Sun

That Bright Sun

Their lives were filled with gloom,  Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom,  Over the earth, arousing the petrichor.    Slowly, through the clouds, there came,  A streak of light - warmth it became,  So did the smile of the unknown to them.    The...

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Age No Bar

Age No Bar

She, so eager to learn, Had to bid goodbye As, she lost her mother And her hopes, did die. Determined, that she was, Decided to fulfill, Her hunger for knowledge With her determination and will. "My age is just a number", She said with confidence And resolved to study...

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