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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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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 Unsung Hero
There, in the erstwhile Travancore, Lived Nangeli and Chirukandan. A happy couple that they were, But were bound to the rules of the Pravathiyar.* Women, of the lower castes, Couldn't cover their breasts, Shouted the rule, oh! Wasn't that injust? If they wore,...
Chekavars
The heroes of the Vadakkan Pattu, Known for their valor and strength, Exponents of Kalaripayattu they were, Called the Chekavar clan. Hired by the small rulers Of Kolathunadu and Kadathanadu, To fight and die for them, The chekavars were real warriors. Thacholi...
The Secret Mantra
Oft I wonder, How do children manage to be happy? They cry and weep, But that's short lived. They smile and laugh their hearts out, Oblivious of their surroundings. What's the secret mantra I thought, And slowly drifted to sleep. Heard a voice in my ears...
Dolce far niente
In this bustling life, Where we join the rat race, And run like a deer There are days, When I just feel, To be dolce far niente, Like the hare during the race. The joy of being idle, Is equal to bliss. Oh! Something that I wouldn't want to miss. But this dolce...
The Golden Canopy
The bright canvas of nature, Decorated well with the golden marigolds, Against the azure skyline. Swaying their way through the gentle breeze. Oh! What a treat to the eyes. Do I have a choice, To silently tiptoe, And be amidst this scenic beauty, Away from the...
Reverdie
In the sleepy winter morn, Like a glisk of warmth, Creeped in the dawn. The song of the cuckoo, Chimed in tandem, As the sun played peek a boo. The sprouting greens, On the snow clad branches, Looked so calm and serene. The bare branches...