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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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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
If a Castle Would Speak
The walls, old yet firm, Spoke in volumes, Of the royalty it enclosed. The generations that grew within, And the stories of their valour. The unwinding stairs, Had tales to tell too. Tales of battle lessons learnt, And footsteps that brought in...
Old Castle
Dark night, yelping fox flying bats, dry leaves, weak steps sends chills down the spine Pic courtesy : Photo by Daniel Morris on Unsplash
En route to Death
Title : En route to Death Author : Ms. Swapna Sasidharan Genre : Crime Thriller Language : Malayalam An intriguing title which ensures that you are hooked up to the book till the end. The novel opens with a chilling murder of a sexagenerian woman,...
Odyssey of Life, of Learnings, of Joy
Title : Odyssey of Life, of Learnings, of Joy Poet : Zeyd Ladha Genre : Poetry Publisher : Elira Publishing House The name of the book draws your attention. Yes, Odyssey is what I am talking about. The cover page is so soothing and calm, reflecting the thoughts...
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...
Detox and Rejuvenate
The month of monsoon, When pitter-patter, fall the raindrops, On my tiled roof. Gloomy sky, pregnant clouds, Set the mood for a lazy day. As a kid, I enjoyed, Walking in the rain, To school and back, Sporting colourful umbrellas, Ahhh.. the pride of holding...