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
Epulae Ryu
This style is developed by Joseph Spence, Sr. and is all about delicious food. - > Write seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables (7/5/7/5/5/3/1); - > Rhymed or unrhymed; - > Ends in exclamation point expressing the writer’s excitement about the...
Indeed a Bliss !!
The days filled with laughter, Sans any worries. Running to parents for very minute things, Oh! How much I miss. Childhood was indeed a bliss. Playing with the raindrops, Floating the paperboats, And splashing the puddles Oh! How much I miss. Childhood...
Petrichor – An Acrostic
Pleasing smell of the Earth, so naked and naïve. Tantalizing the olfactory nerves, Reassuring the onset of the rain. Intoxicating the poet who's Clouded with thoughts, Hallucinating all the nature lovers, Oh! Indeed a bliss it is and Rightly called the...
Forever Love
Pink and blue, Is the primary hue. The sight of you, Made me love you. Soft and fluffy, Just like a teddy, so puffy. Touching you was so comfy, For me and my tummy. You were just so awesome, That my young heart did blossom. Lest did I fathom, ...
A Tribute
#NaPoWriMo2022 with Poetry Parlour #NaPoWriMo2022 at #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day1 She was called barren, As couldn't birth any child. She went on to become a mother, To thousands of children later. She didn't shed a tear, Nor did she deter, ...
Rope of March 23
They were all in their twenties, When they kissed the death rope Never did their mind flutter, As freedom was their only hope. They smiled as the noose fell, And held their heads high. Their mother's pride was at stake, And they couldn't let that die. Their...