Journeying Into the World of Words

by Priyanka Sacheti

I can’t remember what it was like not to write. What I do distinctly remember are the first lines that captured my attention and drew me into the world of words: they described rivulets of water streaming across a parched desert. As I read the words, vividly visualising the shining water and the dry, cracked earth, I thought to myself: I want to write. Too.

My first poem was published in a children’s supplement of a Dubai-based newspaper, Khaleej Times when I was eight-years-old. I was living in Muscat, Oman and the newspaper used to be delivered a day after its publication to our home. As we scooped up the newspaper and took out the children’s magazine from its folds, I can still clearly recollect my little brother and parents’ excitement on seeing my name in print for the first time. The title of the poem was quite simply “My Little Pie.”

While other children participated in soccer tournaments, played in the band, or acted in theater productions, I wrote. My mother has still meticulously and lovingly preserved all the lined pads and notebooks in which I furiously wrote poems, mock-interviews, stories stylistically like my current favorite author (i.e. Ann M Martin of “TheBaby Sitters Club” and Judy Blume).

My father would gift me yearly diaries that he did not happen to use and I, in turn, would fill up the pages with philosophical notes on whatever intrigued or puzzled or bewildered me. When I was in the sixth grade and studying Buddhism, I became so deeply drawn towards the religion that I must have written countless poems about karma and suffering and whatnot. Yes, sixth grade, folks!

By the time I turned 13, one of my mother’s relatives and a poet himself, suggested that I get the poems published given the huge number I had already written; in fact, I had such a huge bank of poetry that I eventually ended up publishing two more poetry books in 11th and 12th grade.

As an extremely reserved child, for me, poetry was an outletProcessed with VSCOcam with c1 preset which enabled me to record, comment, commiserate, and express myself in a way that I otherwise would not have been able to. While many of the poems were entirely based on visual observations, quite a few of them also delved into my interior feelings growing up as a teenager. Now, when I look back on them, they also help show those junctures of my life in which I was passionate about the environment or Buddhism or even Bollywood. Perhaps, if blogging had been around when I was growing up, I would have blogged.

However, something funny happened when I started college. I began studying creative writing. One of our first tutorial’s was about writing poetry: what  was a poem and how a poem could be so much more than just a string of lines arranged upon a page. When it came to my first assignment, I was in severe panic mode; there was just a day left before the deadline and I still hadn’t come up with anything radical. One sleepless night later, when I woke up and absently glanced out of my window, I observed that the ground was strewn with fallen fall leaves – and I suddenly thought of the Bollywood film, Mohabbatein in which Shah Rukh Khan urges his students to pen their feelings upon…fall leaves. (Chalk it up to SRK for inspiration!) I ran outside, picked up several leaves, scribbled down drafts of a self-conscious ode of being an autumn leaf, carefully inked it on my chosen leaf, and sealed it in a sandwich bag – and ran to the department just in time to meet the deadline. Yet, this was the first and last time I experimented with the structure of poem; afterward, I became so hooked into writing fiction that I entirely gave myself to short stories and it has been a long time now since I have written a single poem.

Priyanka's Poetry Books
Priyanka’s Poetry Books

Yet, I still write: I cannot imagine a life without writing and it will always stay my raison d’etre, the reason to be. It is still the first and most interesting way I make of my world (photography is increasingly come a close second though!) There is still nothing like experiencing the joy of assembling words together to re-create an experience or conjure up a character from thin air, as one is using each ingredient to cook or bake an incredible dish. Whether I seek to reproduce an interviewees’ thoughts or blog about an amazing holiday, writing is my bridge to the world – and it was my venture into poetry which taught me to do that.

Will I ever write poetry again? Never say never!

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