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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
The Secret Mantra
Oft I wonder, How do children manage to be happy? They cry and weep, But that's short lived. They smile and laugh their hearts out, Oblivious of their surroundings. What's the secret mantra I thought, And slowly drifted to sleep. Heard a voice in my ears...
Dolce far niente
In this bustling life, Where we join the rat race, And run like a deer There are days, When I just feel, To be dolce far niente, Like the hare during the race. The joy of being idle, Is equal to bliss. Oh! Something that I wouldn't want to miss. But this dolce...
The Golden Canopy
The bright canvas of nature, Decorated well with the golden marigolds, Against the azure skyline. Swaying their way through the gentle breeze. Oh! What a treat to the eyes. Do I have a choice, To silently tiptoe, And be amidst this scenic beauty, Away from the...
Reverdie
In the sleepy winter morn, Like a glisk of warmth, Creeped in the dawn. The song of the cuckoo, Chimed in tandem, As the sun played peek a boo. The sprouting greens, On the snow clad branches, Looked so calm and serene. The bare branches...
Breathing Poetry
We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance, When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth. We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences, As a process of venting out, When we write a poem, Which calms our mind, As though a...
Jugaad Saves the Day
Just as I thought I was done for the day, My phone rang, scaring me away. Guests were on their way, Unannounced, but in gay. All I had were some chapatis and onions, And I got my companion. Sliced them up quickly into noodles, Tossed up with masalas and...