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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
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...
Mundasu Kavi
Born was a boy, to a simple family, In the tiny town of Ettayapuram, Having lost his mother early in his childhood, Subramanyam was brought up by his father. An intellect that his father was, Pushed him to studies, which he enjoyed. Going along the societal...
Vintage
Draped in simple attire of black and red, You were our sole messenger to the world You spoke our heart, when words remained unsaid, when you opened up, emotions unfurled You were fed news, that eagerly was read, Some sobbed, some sat morose and some just swirled. You...
Culinary Cacophony
Coffee concoction craving cups, Chilly crushed chutneys Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion. Collapsing cutleries Courtesy... Clumsy cooks Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion.
Dancing Words
Words danced on sheets Like on sweets, flies, Or, streets with dust. My eyes just ache, It must, rest well, Else a hell it's, To tell, it's hard. Poetry Style : Than-bauk Poem initially published in Penmancy for Taleathlon 5 event
Correction Woes
I fear as I sit down to correct, English becomes a dreaded subject Cutted, drawed, noledge… what not they write, And I can just cry over my plight. Poetry Style : Nashers Pic courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy for the Taleathlon 5...