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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.”
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A Drop of Life
She was thirsty and parched, The heat cracked her skin open. All she yearned for, Was a drop of water to soothe herself. Her weary eyes, were in search, Of that one speck of dark cloud, Through which a drop might fall, Like a glisk from the winter days. ...
The Fallen Leaf
Like the fallen leaf, Our life's pages fall apart, Making it unique. Each leaf that falls down Has plethora of stories That are so special. Nothing can be a Better learning than these life Experiences. Photo by Mitchell Luo on...
Poetic Liars
Liar, they were called for They wrote cute and lovely lies Just like a small child.
Heart that Melted
His heart was cold and frozen, Like the trees in winter. His eyes spew fire, At the sight of enemies across. Fierce warrior that he was, His only aim was to save his flag. He shot everyone in the line, But ceased at the sight of one soul. A small human stood...
The Journey from Salem to Varanasi
The station bustling With people and trains chugging. Letting out a loud siren, Marched in the Ganga Kaveri Express. We ran alongside the coaches, To stop right in front of ours. Quickly hopped onto it, And began searching our berths. Once...
Seed That Did Lead
Having XX wasn't my fault, But they blamed me and mom a lot. My own tried to get rid of me, I wondered why couldn't they let me be. They buried me though, I was breathing, The anger in them was seething. Lest they knew that I was a seed, That would over...