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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
Word-e-scape
Life ain't a bed of roses for all, As thorns lay sharp for some. So was it for this little one, Who was confused with his identity. To the world he was a 'HE', To himself, he was a 'SHE'. Torn between this he and she, He forgot what he should see. ...
Mother’s Love
She smiled silently, As wholeheartedly she cooked But for whom, you know? Maybe her parents Or, wait, for her dearest friends? Or her spouse who's tired? No, her smile speaks more Of contentment and pure bliss Of feeding someone Who's a part of...
Kuttanadan Punchayile
The wood to carve you, Is chosen after high scrutiny. It's worshiped before being chopped, To give the majestic shape that you carry. You're treated next to God, Revered and respected by all. The villagers that owns you, Love you like their progeny. ...
Not So Grave
Ghosts… the name sends a shiver down our spine. Isn't it. But wait.. What if I say, you will end up loving a ghost for sure. Surprised? Read on "Not So Grave" by Dr. Aparna Salvi Nagda. Your queries would be answered sans any doubt. Let me start with the cover first....
Blush
"She looks like a doll! " Exclaimed the crowd in unison. Her cheeks blushed And turned pinker than usual. She smiled as she walked past them, Waving and nodding to her fans. "She looks like a doll, badly battered! " She exclaimed to herself. The mirror,...
The Whispers of Love
The swaying trees, The leaves caressing one another, Oh! Were they in love? Were they talking about their future? That alas! Wasn't in their hands? Or were they just discussing the present And deciding to live the moment? The gentle breeze carried their...