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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 Musings of a Rickety Bench
After living through the centuries, I just reminisced the days traveled, The incidents that I witnessed All from this park. I saw infants gazing around From the secure arms of their parents I saw kids enjoying life to fullest, Jumping around like a beautiful tempest....
Rise From the Ashes
A bright sunny morn, Just like any other dawn. Streets were bustling, With people hustling. The armed men did get signals But they didn't seem critical. The Enola Gray proved fatal As what it dropped was lethal. Down came at quarter past eight, The Little Boy, that...
Sadhya – The Full Meal
The big green banana leaf, Glistened in the light. Nicely washed and cleaned, All set to get decked. In comes the creamy kheer, Towards the bottom right, Followed by the vegetable curries, Adorning the top portion. Pickles, chips and pappad, Take their position on the...
Kitchen Queen
Hey! Have you seen me kids? Well, I guess no. Let me tell you my story, I am sure you will know me more. Passed down from generations, I carried memories And emotions in plenty, Alongside the spices. The angry and anguish, Were vented out When the mustard spluttered...
Exhibition – A Memory
Summer vacations always meant A mandatory visit to the exhibition. A place filled with music, Lights, fun and frolic. The air carried the flavour Of the stalls and shops. Giving us a glimpse of what's in store, As we enter through the door. The rides were the main...
Tears of Happiness
His big round eyes, Gleamed with joy, As he saw his mother, Come back from exile. She had fought a battle Between life and death, Spending months together, Away from her son. The little boy of ten, Knew that his prayers, Had brought her back, To him and he smiled. His...