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.
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Inked Thoughts
Inked Thoughts is a tender and evocative collection of poems that captures the many shades of human experience. From the quiet beauty of rain, seasons, and landscapes to the ache of memory, loss, and injustice, these poems trace a heart that is attentive, questioning, and deeply felt. Written in a voice that is intimate yet accessible, this collection invites readers to pause, reflect, and discover poetry in the everyday as well as the extraordinary.
Recent Posts
Breathing Poetry
We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance, When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth. We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences, As a process of venting out, When we write a poem, Which calms our mind, As though a...
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...