New Delhi, a city of multiethnicity and multi-cultures, is the place where I was born and lived. Growing up in the metropolitan capital city of India engages one in something or the other, where one doesn’t spend a lot of time in the lap of nature. I feel, over the years, I have become observant of this eerie glow of the world; the serenity and the audacity of the creatures which I simply admire. In 2018, I met my husband and shifted to Gurgaon, a city adjacent to New Delhi, which is a financial and technology hub. Both cities are my home and I adore them. I grew up in a crowded city but shifted to a rather tranquil city.
What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
I would like to twist this question a bit; to me home is a place where I have my people. This place can be anywhere in the world, I mean in any city but if I have no sentiments attached with that place, I would just call it a place- a building on barren land. Hence, the greatest thing about my home should be the relationships that I have made. A place becomes home with its people otherwise it’s just four walls. That place can create peace inside me and that peace can do wonders by becoming an integral part of my writing. I have even penned down a heartfelt note to a dry leaf. It’s a blessing to witness the lush green surroundings about which everyone has forgotten these days.
I could witness great writers and poets meditating under trees, in the lap of nature to create chef d’oeuvre, lovers carve names and images so that love may remain eternal, I fall to commemorate the arrival of the season, my upcoming journey: life and death; death and life.
– Dry Leaf
Gurgaon is the place where the greenery, the birds, the trees, the buildings attract me the most. People come here to settle for jobs and business. It is a city of opportunities and dreams.
What turns you on creatively?
Well, that’s a tricky one, to me every existence can influence me to write: living or dead. Reading books, observing nature, animals, sorrow and happiness have given me the horizon to create an imaginative world where my conscious and unconscious minds juggle a lot with each other. Besides, there could be numerous other things that can stimulate my pen: moonshine, sunshine, clouds, trees, etc. To me, every minute activity is a part of my imagination which can be used in many ways. I tend to discover the grandeur of everything around me.
What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
To me, every single word in my poems is utmost dear. It’s the product of my creation and my soul. Well, the most frequently used word or words in my poems are thine, thou and thy, which I enjoy using in my creations. Many writers have inspired me in and out in this poetic journey to create some sort of mysticism in my writings and beliefs. Khalil Gibran, Rumi, Edar Allan Poe, Pablo Neruda, W.B. Yeats are some of the names.
Another word that I am playing around with these days is Library. While reading Matt Haig’s Novel ‘The Midnight Library’, a multifaceted approach has moved me a lot. A library is not only a place to keep books but also a place where different lives come in contact with one other.
He entreated me to be silent in this metaphor of rattrap while silence has its own connotations in my library of words, where my plot has its own tragedy teetering between what may happen or what may not, abominating the hierarchy of thoughts on the bookshelf, a moving shelf in my library,
What is your pet peeve?
One has to be honest. There are many things that motivate me, similarly, many things annoy me. I am nobody special, as human beings, we make an easy classification of likes and dislikes, which is purely based on the nuances of an individual’s voice. Rejection is one, be in the field of writing or the actual life. This process of submission, acceptance and rejection, makes me hesitant about the fact that people may not like my oeuvre, but then to me composing poems is the best therapy: physical and mental, both.
What defines Bhavya Prabhakar?
Simple yet full of complexities, I am myself exploring my different layers as a person. The fact that each day brings out a static attitude, my incapability and my failures have taught me not to sit back and be remorseful for having done it. To me, writing is like a meditation of words where connection and purpose are hidden, lying deep between the lines; still, the contemplation never ceases as cultivating imagination is a skill which beautifies the poet’s pages. Hence, my poems define my insecurities as a person, and where nobody is going to judge me.
I stand as a daughter, sister, wife, and, above all, a human being who is a part of this Universe like many other forms of life. I would say that through the poetic expression, I have discovered my real self who is not limited to the daily chores only but also explores the vivacity of this unusual woman. My inclination has shifted from body to soul, and what defines me is not my social status or my designation but my actions.
Bhavya Prabhakar is a visiting lecturer by profession. She hails from India, she teaches French language in India at reputed universities Amity University and Delhi University. She has obtained a Master’s Degree in French Literature which has provided her many opportunities. She got Charpak scholarship from French Embassy to do one semester in France. She studied at Paul- Valery University, Montpellier Master 2 in Francophone literature. She writes mainly poems. She also writes for Poet’s Corner. Some of her poems have been published in Indian Periodical. She is an aspiring writer, trying to reach larger audience.