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.
About
STORIES
MINI BYTES
POETRY
BOOKS
poetry Styles
Accolades
REVIEWS
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
Answers that Breathed Life
Worried he was, at the absence of his youngest brother, Who went in a quest To quench their thirst. The number four was sent thereafter, To bring back the lost soul And some water. But all in vain. Number three, a great archer, Went next to win...
Tangy Tangy
Your tanginess... Ahh.. Arouses all the taste buds. Aren't you just too great?
Best Companion
As the knife slices through, I know how crunchy are you. Cutting into tiny pieces, Aah… therapeutic is the process. Your green crown shines bright, Ensuring that you aren't away from my sight. The right amount of salt, Keep your tanginess at halt. Slowly with...
Best Gift
A sweet child he was, Bubbly and filled with energy. He was different from his peers, And hence was alone. His mannerisms irked all, His teachers, classmates, And even his parents, Whom he adored a lot. He oft felt sad, And tears trickled...
#BEATPLASTICPOLLUTION
I was happy with my new dress, Transparent, yet beautiful. You reflected the sunlight And made me shine so bright. Lest did I know, That you would cause misery, To the fragments that belong to me And in peace you wouldn't let them be. My tiny...
English is Funny
Correcting English papers, Aah… it's real fun you sea. The children right interesting answers, Reading them, you laugh out loud. They say, we drawed on the floor, When mumma cutted vegetables And my brother hitted me hardly, That my back started to pain. ...