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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
NaPoWriMo – An Ode
National Poetry Writing Month saw Poems flowing in from every nook and corner, Writers brought their thoughts to words and drenched Mornings and nights in their verses. Nature, mythology, life experiences Posed well as our muses, Wrinkling papers under our...
Sayonara – An Acrostic
Soulful verses, at times Seething with anger, Alleviated the pain and Acknowledged the efforts too Youthful at times, made one Yearn for more, Opus magnum some were, some Oozing out humour, Negatives were blown away, Nurtured was the talent, Absorbed into the...
What Was Our Fault ?
The child all of four, Was assaulted by one and more. Poor soul bled to death, Is humanity under dearth ? A girl in her early teens, Was crumpled by boys so mean. The scar that they left, Was more than a mere theft. A young boy with aspirations, Was...
Colourful Danger
Wibbly wobbly is what I feel As I touch you. How colourful and beautiful you look, All alone, you are so cute In a swarm, you are dangerous too. Your sting scares me to death. Am your friend, So sting me not, my dear. Photo by Joel Filipe on...
She Wondered Aloud
With her crumpled dress and bruised body, She wondered aloud, If dad had waited till the bus came, I could have been saved. If mom had allowed me to learn karate, I would have defended myself. If the boys were taught to respect girls, I would have not been...
Water
Flowing like a little child, The gurgle is the laughter, so mild Que sera sera, the attitude, Oh! How much I envy you. Making merry on the path you flow, The plants and grass really glow. Your speed increases bit by bit, And so does your energy I...