Prisha Khimavat
living life one word at a time.
For me, poetry isn’t simply expression, but rather the method in which to collect myself and piece me back together; my poetry is an amalgamation of who I’ve been, who I am and who I might become.
Category: poems
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A few days ago, two friends and I were watching a movie together that we had all seen before, and yet, as we were watching it, all three of us kept hoping that it would end differently. When it ended, my friend turned to me and said, “Isn’t it weird how even though we knew…
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There was this story I was told as a child that talked about how a storm would take down a tree that couldn’t bend with it, but a plant that would bend and sway would survive. It was all about adaptability and being flexible. My whole life it’s something I’ve held on to, but never…
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Each piece I write serves a purpose, either to myself or perhaps to other people. While think about this concept, I started thinking about why I started writing in the first place. This is that story.
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A glance into how I write poetry, and how my mind works when in a poetic setting. Though usually written with a purpose, today’s poem is about being at home, and the satisfaction my poetic mind feels there.
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On March 15th, 2019, I performed my writing for the first time. The piece talked about the female experience in a cyclical manner.
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“If only you’d been a son”, is a statement many girls, especially in India, have the displeasure of hearing. This piece is a response from those girls, to the people that say and believe such things.
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Hello’s are really just a beautiful blend of doubtful and joyful anticipation. They can be the start of something so new, and so exciting. But they can also be the beginning of something that’s going to cause a lot of heart ache in the future. Since I’ve moved to university, I’ve experienced both these hello’s.
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Goodbyes are strange things, bittersweet, if you will. They’re filled with the remnants of laughter and sweet memories made, but also the heartache of the distance to come. Sometimes when you say goodbye, you simply don’t know when you’re going to say hello again. So, to my loving Jelly Fam, until we meet again, here’s…
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While I’ve been gone for a few months, I really dealt with writers block, insecurities and a lot of misplaced emotions. This post includes a poem regarding how I felt, and the story of how I managed to over come it. This is something I believe can be useful to everyone, not just writers. Because…