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
POETRY
STORIES
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
Muffled Voice
I could hear the voices, That awaited my arrival. They said we will do this, They said we will do that. I knew they were mine, And I belonged to them. Lest I knew that, That was just my misunderstanding. Reality was far more severe, As when they heard… I...
Maa…
More than the world they mean, Affectionate is she towards them. Amazing courage she has When she embraces motherhood. Considered coy and shy, A mother isn't one though. As she brings out a life, Almost losing hers… Her blood and flesh, Lies in front as...
Smoky Imprints
The azure sky, Looked bright and calm, Shining against the sun, It looked all warm. Gray coloured birds, Flew across majestically. Leaving a trail of smoke, As the imprint on its body. The birds had a tattoo, The tricolour that we boast off. They glided...
Chandrayaan – An Acrostic
Charging our scientific prowess, Heralding a new tomorrow, Applauding the ancestors who, Nurtured science in the ancient days. Demystifying the myths that India can't Rebuild on its vast knowledge and intelligence, Agile, we became when we launched, Yonder we...
Chandrayaan
South pole of moon left unexplored has Indian footprint. image courtesy - ISRO
The Greatest Wanderer
Who's the greatest wanderer, Have you ever thought, Who can it be? Thoughts drift, From present to past, And to the future too. The path that is taken, Is sometimes known, And sometimes unexplored too. The journey is pleasant, At times...