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
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...
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, ...
The Other Side
Mocked I was for my colour, My race and my hair texture. My diction was made fun of, Making me feel small in front of the world. I withdrew into self, Became quieter to the core. Introspection helped a lot, As I realized, I wasn't at fault. I...
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...
Word-e-scape
Life ain't a bed of roses for all, As thorns lay sharp for some. So was it for this little one, Who was confused with his identity. To the world he was a 'HE', To himself, he was a 'SHE'. Torn between this he and she, He forgot what he should see. ...