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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

Mother’s Anklets

Mother’s Anklets

Colours eluded him, From the day he was born. Sound he did befriend From then on. He had only his mom, On whom he could lean on forever. He saw her with his ears, All through his life. Her anklets were his guide, In their sound, his heart did beat. He yearned for that...

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Paper Boat

Paper Boat

The petrichor took me back, To those wonderful days, When apartments were unheard of And we had lots of space to play. The monsoon brought with it, Some moments to be cherished. Oh! How I wish, I had a time machine, To go back to those times. Off I went to school, In...

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Tete-a-Tete

Tete-a-Tete

Anxiously I had waited, For this moment, all these days. This meeting meant a lot, As I saw this special person. A wonderful place with a Picturesque backdrop, Of the setting sun and the crimson sky, Proved to be an ideal setting. I discovered her beauty, The true...

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Sleepless Nights

Sleepless Nights

Standing tall and strong, Leading from the frontiers Enduring the extreme weathers, Endangering your own life, Protecting the motherland by not Letting the footprints of enemies Enter the country's doorstep, Singing the tunes of patriotism Sighing to meet your own...

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Different Strokes

Different Strokes

Those tender eyes, Full of hopes and dreams, Seem to tell a tale, A tale of life they live. . We are different, they say, Different from you and me. It needn’t be physical always, As we are different other ways. . Some of us like to read, Some like to paint. Some need...

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