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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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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 Crumpled Note
I Love Her, I Love Her, Read the crumpled note, And struck a bolt to mind Of the mom, that echoed A panoply of thoughts Who, What and Why? She asked to herself. And it seemed a rehearsal, A final one, Before the actual bout. Calm, and composed Looked the curly haired,...
Hug
It is a sense of warmth for an infant, An assurance of security for a toddler, A feeling of camaraderie for a teenager, A display of love for an adult and A touch of care for the old. A three letter word it is, That takes multiple forms At different walks of life....
Nightmar….chines (Nightmarish Machines)
I woke up hearing a chatter Amid the raindrops falling pitter - patter. I strolled through the dark To see who was doing walk the talk. Lo! Behold! The machines were up, Probably discussing whatsApp!? I listened keenly and overheard The conversation of the herd. The...
Unheard Voices
The kicks in the womb, Eager to jump out To the mother's bosom. The urge of an infant, Whose lovely eyes Yearn the father's arms. The pain of the student, Whose tiring fingers Just ask to slow down. The call of the teen, Whose confused mind Seeks a shoulder to lean....
Broken and Shattered
A stern face, confident eyes, A poised gait and mature look. Expressions were a miss, Making her look like ice. She was alone at home, Her family unknown. She was blamed by some, For living alone at home. Does she possess a heart? Wondered the onlookers. Some thought...
Dune Tunes
A sea of gold, Spread over a stretch, Far beyond the eyes reach . Slender and tall palm trees, With green crown and dates, Is waiting for it's date. . A lonely cactus is yearning For a companion, In a land, that's barren. . Far away in the horizon, The camels walk in...