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.
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
Like a Silhouette
Our togetherness The universe seems to bless Don't you see, my dear? The dark, starlit sky, The still waters of the lake, Reflect our pure love. Swirling around you, With the cool, musical breeze, I feel ecstatic. Resting myself on Your broad and...
The Box that Spoke
The camp wore a somber look As the dark clouds of sorrow shrouded it. The waft carried the stench of smoke, Drenched in metal, blood and flesh. As the smoke settled, the boxes came alive, Wrapped in tri colour And ready to go home, To the family that was...
Various Versions of a Woman
Spreading a cheer in the house, By being immensely adorable, Is a daughter, who makes one smile. Fights picked upon, Yet, the first person to confide, Is a sister, who's our second mother. Soul sister, bestie, partner in crime, You name the word...
Gazing into the Unknown
Eyes fixed lazily at the far off horizon thinking of unknown. What future holds for Is indeed a mystery. So let's take a guess.
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...
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...