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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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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
The Reunion
“Piya, wake up, it's time to school”, said Roopa as she tried waking her up. “Amma, why so early? The first period is boring, Math… I will go a little late. Please!!!!” Phaat!!! Before the next alarm could go, Piya felt a burning sensation on her skin. No, nothing hot...
Glorious Nature
Life sprouts, flourishes, With hopes, determination Spring just breathes freshness. Give up, just move on, Autumn's mantra for mankind. Quite sensible right? Losing everything Yearning for warmth and comfort, Winter, harsh teacher. Summer teaches...
You Are Unique
A voice... gifted, divine, Melodious, soulful Enthralled us long ago, So Lovely it sounded That I never let go. A voice... Gifted, divine, Made us fall in pure love. Even the hearts of stone, Melted fast when he sang, For someone who's our own. A...
My Pride, My Sari
In English we say, A fabric that's at least six yards long, worn by Indian women. In poetry we say, A fabric that carries memories and fragrance Of our grandmother and mother. A fabric that is our solace, Giving us warmth. A fabric that sniffles with us in our...
Barren and Dry
Earth, all barren and dry, Its cracks…so deep, Is she about to cry? Thirst was in its high, As the rains fell asleep Earth, all barren and dry. Ignored by the cloudy sky, She couldn't help but weep, Is she about to cry? She was all about to...
Mundasu Kavi
Born was a boy, to a simple family, In the tiny town of Ettayapuram, Having lost his mother early in his childhood, Subramanyam was brought up by his father. An intellect that his father was, Pushed him to studies, which he enjoyed. Going along the societal...