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.
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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
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...
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...
#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...
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...
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. ...
Books!!
Aye books A Writer's pride And a reader's delight Rustle and smell of your paper, Aah.. Intoxicating.