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: poetry

  • They say that everything relationship in your life, teaches you something. Though that may be true, it might also not. Regardless, each event, person, place and relationship, helps us create and live in immaculate stories, just waiting to be told.

  • Joyful Positives:  A New Day

    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…

  • Bags and Boxes

    About a year ago from today, I ventured into the unknown, a new chapter of my life. I moved to Singapore for University. I had thought that meeting new people and forming new friendships would be the hardest part, but truly, leaving home, and a whole life behind was the hardest.

  • Caged

    Airplane rides are really hard for me. The walls seem to be closing in, I feel like I can’t breathe. Sometimes I manage to fall asleep and it’s all good, but other times the paradoxical irony seems to be mocking me. The disparity between the vast open skies and me. Stuck, trapped, captured, caged.

  • The Oak and The Lily

    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…

  • An Origin Story

    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.

  • A World of Rhymes and Seasons

    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.

  • Little Things

    In an overwhelming world, full of large incomprehensible struggles and each person’s individual stories, it’s refreshing to stop and admire the little things.

  • An Uncomfortable Feeling

    A body trembling, mind numbing, bone chilling feeling. A feeling that comes an goes of its own accord. All consuming, debilitating. Perhaps an understatement, but an uncomfortable feeling.

  • The Curse

    On March 15th, 2019, I performed my writing for the first time. The piece talked about the female experience in a cyclical manner.