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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 Cry that Melted a Heart
The corridors were empty, Sending vibes so cold, Even in sultry April. Murmurs and hushed voices, Lingered through the air. Was it some conspiracy? A first cry that broke the silence, Struck through the hearts outside And soothed the ears. ...
Thoughts, Just Thoughts
Plomp! I fell on the bed so green, It felt so calm and serene. The rays of the sun shone so bright, That I could see phosphenes in daylight. I know, numbered were my days, As brighter became the sun's rays. Why was it like this? That I melt at the sun's...
Black Rose
When the world celebrated the day, With red roses, cakes and gifts, They, oh my… were left to celebrate, With red, not roses, but blood… What was their fault? None I would say. They were just going, From one camp to another. The sudden hit and...
Walk Away
Walk Away by Anitha Padanattil is a women centric book. One feels a connection with every character in the book. Monika aka Esther, Mala, Sharadamma, Rashi feel like themselves or the colleague in the next seat who faces all trivial issues in life. Each one of them...
Unique Love
Her eyes gleamed at his sight, Did she yearn for him all night? She followed his path diligently, Trying to grab his attention, was she? She can't be missed for sure, By him who sailed in the azure sky. She stood tall, with head held high, Like a queen with a...
The Camp
An active location, bustling with action, Where sirens call in the time, And the sound of boots play all around. Young faces, eager and enthusiastic, All looking fit and fine, Occupied the makeshift tents in the camp. Some, were new, some...