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
Guess!! Who Am I ????
Your slender and sleek body, Oh! My hands yearn to hold you. The black attire, sometimes green, With a golden crown, Makes you stand out in the crowd. You come fully fed at times, But I love when I feed you the magic potion myself. Your golden tooth, so sharp...
Beauty – An Acrostic
Black or white, elegant or rags, Eyes speak in volumes of the Ageless beauty, and confidence, Untold feelings that reflect Through them : the eyes, that Yearn for and give away affection. Photo by Drew Dizzy Graham on Unsplash
The Bond
There she lay, all torn and battered, And lost in the woods Sweeping the floor in agony and anguish. The air carried the waft, That was known to her and That made her weary eyes open. She sensed the presence, Of her companion, As his smell piqued...
Me, the Pusthakapuzhu
I was called a pusthakapuzhu, As I slept and woke up with books. Books were my lifelines And my best friends too. As days passed, I joined the rat race And the pusthakapuzhu in me went into hibernation. The lockdown had to come, For me to wake...
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...
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. ...