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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
She is Sea
Life originated from her, Say the mythologies. She is the mother to all, Including you and me. She was the path, Taken by Magellan and Gama, As they set out to explore the world. She stayed calm When battles were fought over her And housed treasures and...
Why Wage a War
People need to be alive, For countries to survive The colour of blood, bones and flesh Are the same, when you see it gush. Then, why wage a war On people who are unknown and afar? Post war, you observe, It's all dust and ash that's served. The colour is the same...
Warrior
As the icy wind blew hard, The fire in her rose sky high The night stood calm The ocean saw her and Shuddered in her wrath. Raging with anger, And spitting the embers of hate. Her persona, Oh! Was unseen till now. The sickle in her hand, Shone bright under the...
The Guiding Moonwake
The night, so silent and serene, Dark was the blanket, That engulfed everything. Slowly brightened the sky, As the moonwake, spread its light, Revealing the secrets that chose to hide. Shadows of moving mortals, Fell upon the glistening sands, And they moved...
Logos Love
I fell in love with you, When I could barely stand. You fascinated me throughout, As my fingers lingered over. You became my solace, At times of loneliness And I longed to be with you, Than anyone else in the world. You understood my pain, When I...
Speedster
Speed sets in at the daybreak, When the lady steps into the kitchen. The hands move faster than the bullet train, As they slice through the veggies and chicken. The cooker croons, not melodious though, And milk plays hides and seek to spill over, The eyes, oh...