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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
Lantern
Now, a display of antiquity, Once, a light of any city, Oh my lantern, thy value, Is next to eternity. Photo by Vladimir Fedotov on Unsplash
La Javvaab Pizza
Pizza... one starts drooling hearing the name. Each and every ingredient has an impact and contributes to creating a yummy treat to the palette. Here, we have 8 wonderful people bringing out stories and poems that ooze out the characteristics of the pizza ingredients....
Dancing with Death
Dancing with Death is an anthology published by Poetry Planet. No one understands “dancing with death” better than those who did experienced near-death situations. In our journey to life, our scariest moment probably is dying, but if we accept it as part of us, that...
Cup of Love
Some like it hot, Some like it cold, How much ever their cup can hold. Some like it strong, Some like it light, It’s just how they feel it right. Some like it with milk, Some like it black, Just right to dodge the slack. A perfect blend of brew, Has a refreshing aroma...
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...
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...