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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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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
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...
Just Let It Go
Too much of ego, Will fall on like a blow. So, just let it go. Too much of pride, Will stagger your stride. So, just let it go. Too much of jealousy, Will prove to be messy. So , just let it go. Too much of negativity, Will bring in hostility. So, just let it go....
With Love
He was smart, intelligent And filled with charm. He had an aura That could make one feel warm. He spoke sense And made one feel at ease. Seldom, did he know, That, he ushered in peace. He made us think and read And taught us to write. To make us shine, Like the stars,...
Arunima Sinha
She remembered the steps That she took with her parents. Those baby steps, That were wibbly-wobbly. Slowly, she learnt to walk, Sans any support. That, gave her the confidence, To conquer the world. . Off she went, to chase her dreams, But destiny had different plans....