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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
Inventions
Man, is surrounded by inventions, Inventions that speak of his intelligence, Inventions that speak of misuse, Inventions, both constructive and destructive. Inventions that speak of his intelligence, Make world a better place and Increase the quality of...
The Magic Lamp
How I wish I had a lamp, Just like Aladdin. And as I rub the body, A genie comes to fulfill my wishes". Clatter! Bang! Clank! These sounds woke me up, And there was my kitchen, All decorated with broken porcelain. At that moment, I wished to have...
An Innocent Query
Hey dear mother, The clothes hanging up high, Seem to be enjoying more than us. Don't they look free and relaxed, Whereas, we are struggling. Struggling to find a roof over our head, Call a piece of land as our own Or even claim that we belong to a country. Oh...
The Carousel
Childhood was a nightmare for her, As she didn't enjoy. Nothing was normal like others, As she was the sole breadwinner. Her family, dependent on her, She forgot to enjoy life. Money, care and security Was all that her little mind always thought. ...
The Masked Reality
The drops of rain trickled down her face, Peeling off the makeup layer. Aghast were the people who saw, Purple spots as the mask uncovered. What they saw so far, wasn't the real she. What was seen now, the sad reality. The purple bruises spoke a lot, ...
Togetherness
Amidst fading trees walking hand in hand with you is indeed a bliss. Just like our pure love, colours compliment the sky and the crowning leaves. Warmth of your touch is like the breeze that caresses branches in winter. Nature rejoices our...