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: Quantity over Quality
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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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They say to reminisce but not regret, to experience but not capture it, to prepare for but not fear. Those are high demands. How are any even slightly feasible?
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Making decisions is like battling myself. It’s hard, unpleasant, and no one really wins. Often times, even the simplest decisions require a ‘Pros and Cons’ list.
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Free is a powerful word, it means a multitude of things that are an avenue to a multitude of stories.
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Having perpetually identified as a night owl, finding myself enjoying and looking forward to mornings has taken me by extreme surprise. This night owl might be having a bit of an identity crisis.
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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.
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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.
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Every single day we all face dilemmas we deem unworthy of being discussed. With the amount of negativity being passed around on a daily basis, it makes it terrifying to be vulnerable about the problems we face. Especially when the consequences of sharing them could seemingly be worse than the problem itself.
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Having too many choices, limits one’s freedom. In today’s day and age we are spoilt for choice. Every day we are surrounded by so many options and making a truly informed decision is genuinely impossible, causing immense stress and frustration.
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I ran as fast as my legs would carry me through a winding maze with corridors filled with identical doors that were either locked or lead to more corridors. There was something beyond unsettling about the scene.