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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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,...