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: Stories

  • Finding Confidence Through Self-Discovery

    At the start of every new year, there is a sense of reflection that accompanies the setting of new intentions. This year, I can’t help but wonder what 15-year-old me would think of me now. This post is a reflection on growth in the last decade, and all I’ve learned.

  • Stories of Hope

    Stories of Hope

    We are currently living in a world where everywhere we go we are bombarded with negativity or horrifyingly unfortunate stories. So, as I was thinking about that, I asked some people what hope means to them, or if they remembered a time where all they had was hope. I wrote down all their stories and…

  • A Woman of Many Talents

    A Woman of Many Talents

    My family and I were strolling along the narrow, crowded streets as the cool air nipped at our noses. Now, something you should know about my family is that we’re divided in two groups: the “see-everything” and the “experience-a-few things”. My dad and sister fall in the first category.

  • Chosen

    Chosen

    Though there is something to be said about the joy of being able to choose, I think there’s something more deeply appreciated about being chosen. We don’t want to just be another person, we want someone to think of us as special enough to CHOOSE us.

  • Whims and Fantasies

    Whims and Fantasies

    My childhood is filled with many stories that I created in my head, and many instances where I convinced myself certain things were real. I spent many nights helping a blue fairy in the dark. When her wings got stuck and she had nowhere to go, I promise you, I was the one who saved…