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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
An Ode to Papyrus
Born in China, You became a globetrotter. You are an artist's delight, And a writer's pal. You carried words soaked In love and hatred. You were a witness, To several treaties too. Pacts were signed on your surface, And remained...
Bibliobibuli
He was called a snob, As he failed to make friends. He seldom spoke, And preferred to stay alone. He chose library Over any party, His parents worried, That his life would be empty. He reassured them, That he wasn't alone. And welcomed them, To...
Utopia
Universal brotherhood, Tireless help from all over, Open minded thinking, Peace, that prevails, In every waft of air. Ah! Ain't such a world beautiful? Alas! Utopia it is. Imagine, a day in such a world, Where fearlessly roams, Our mind and soul. Alas!...
Memory Planks
As I stepped through those gates, Memories flooded my mind. I waded my way through them, And reached my destination, the room. The classroom, empty though, Echoed the laughter and cries. The wooden benches remained intact, With the...
Past – Present – Future
Bygones, Are bygones, Sans our control. Future, That's yet To be seen Is Not in Our control too. So Why worry About all those, Just Live in The current world, Where, We can Sculpt our future From The lessons Learnt...
Trunk of Pride
The uniform neatly pressed, With the corners sharp on touch. Few books and certificates, And photographs of family and God, Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk, With his name inscribed in white, Brought tears to his parents eyes, Even though their hearts...