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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
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. ...
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...
Soul Food
A soul food that soothes my palette, Nicely cooked rice Mashed well and mixed with curd, Freshly sliced raw mangoes Tempered with spices and oil, Oh! My mouth waters as I pen this, This is indeed, A soul food that soothes my palette.
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...