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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
True Treasure
Title : True Treasure Author : Sudha Vishwanath Publisher : Room9 Publications Genre : Fiction This novel is woven through the lives of four women who come from different families. It is an eye opener against the societal issues of gender bias, education,...
The Reunion
“Piya, wake up, it's time to school”, said Roopa as she tried waking her up. “Amma, why so early? The first period is boring, Math… I will go a little late. Please!!!!” Phaat!!! Before the next alarm could go, Piya felt a burning sensation on her skin. No, nothing hot...
Glorious Nature
Life sprouts, flourishes, With hopes, determination Spring just breathes freshness. Give up, just move on, Autumn's mantra for mankind. Quite sensible right? Losing everything Yearning for warmth and comfort, Winter, harsh teacher. Summer teaches...
You Are Unique
A voice... gifted, divine, Melodious, soulful Enthralled us long ago, So Lovely it sounded That I never let go. A voice... Gifted, divine, Made us fall in pure love. Even the hearts of stone, Melted fast when he sang, For someone who's our own. A...
My Pride, My Sari
In English we say, A fabric that's at least six yards long, worn by Indian women. In poetry we say, A fabric that carries memories and fragrance Of our grandmother and mother. A fabric that is our solace, Giving us warmth. A fabric that sniffles with us in our...
Barren and Dry
Earth, all barren and dry, Its cracks…so deep, Is she about to cry? Thirst was in its high, As the rains fell asleep Earth, all barren and dry. Ignored by the cloudy sky, She couldn't help but weep, Is she about to cry? She was all about to...