Rya Ray







We will find each other. 

The Universe exists
because of patterns
and what are we
if not color forces
of the same atom
in the finger-folds
of the God who
put us to life?


29 OCT AT 15:27

Maybe death is,
and was meant
to be our
last shot at peace.
Maybe death is,
and was meant
to be our
last orgasm.

All's well that ends well.

29 SEP AT 14:47

With complete
body and heart.
That's the only way
two living beings
should hug
each other.

"Mujhe hug kar sakte ho, Jordan?"

27 SEP AT 21:59

I know how

Absolutely harrowing it is
Making peace with the fact I

Vented everything in instead of
Everything out.
Really, I tried to believe
You shall be happier this way.

So clearly, I fucked up.
Once and for all.
Really, I did.
Really, I know.
You. Shall. Rise.

You. Shall. Rise.

26 SEP AT 15:45

A few close ones tell us that we'll get better. We'll wake up one day and not feel like our skin is sewn to our beds, and our lips glued to each other. One day we'll wake up and not feel like our backs are bleeding sorrow from all the tearing away from the comfort of our sleep. One day we'll sing and not want to stay silent for the rest of the day. One day we'll not feel tired even after a long nap. One day we'll listen to an entire song and not want to shut off every noise there is around us. One day we'll make it through our day without a red and white pill and we'll not oscillate between dead and anxious and alive three times a day. One day we'll breath like it doesn't hurt. One day we'll make ourselves some breakfast and remember the times we couldn't and that day we'll be thankful that they were right when they said, 'This too shall pass'.

This too shall pass.

16 SEP AT 0:04

like you
have felt
to watch
as they go
But imagine
waking up
to sunsets
each morning,
feeling like a bird
trapped in
an eternal eclipse.


13 SEP AT 19:13

I wonder for how long dead skin cells can stay hidden in beds, mangled with the carcass of tiny insects and morsels of food that slipped into folds of the mattress you seldom bothered to clean? Can they somehow last for years before rainwater from a window left open washes them off or before the angry ceiling fan, tired of the summer, blows them off for good? I know the odds aren't in my favor, but there are the odds of the fact that while today I sleep on this bed, in some way, I get to fall asleep with you. The odds aren't much. They aren't even enough. But we were alive at the same time. We met and we loved each other. We spent days looking at each other's faces and touching each other's arms whenever we could. We said the same things at the same time, so many times. So today when they tell me, that the odds aren't enough, I'll tell them I like to believe in miracles.

What are the odds?

8 SEP AT 15:58

दो लड़के थे मोहल्ले के
प्यार किया करते थे तुझसे।
तू चिड़िया थी, खुली-आज़ाद सी,
वो मकड़ी के जाले में फंसे पतंगें।
तू अंग्रेजी किताबें पढ़ा करती थी,
वो हिंदी गीत सुना करते थे।

तुम शहर गई,
वो ठहर गए।
ख़ाली से कितने
दोपहर गए।

एक डुबा आया बातें तेरी
रातों की सस्ती जाम में,
एक डूब गया कविताओं में
लिख-पढ़ के तेरे नाम में।


1 SEP AT 20:47


There are two seven lever locks on the gate to what used to be my grandparents' place. It takes me twenty steps to reach the doormat, but only a breath to find what it takes to not ring the bell. I think I know what's left behind are three rooms and zero souls. When there are too many memories, you choose to mention none, like how when you have too much hair fall, you just stop looking at your comb. Childhood, running free inside doors that won't open. I see my four year old self frock-clad, guilt free sitting in the corner from where I could see what's going on in the kitchen and smile when I found out it's rice porridge and fish for lunch and my world would be perfect, and I would be the best version of happy.


23 AUG AT 17:58

If someone comes to you
and someday tells stories
of being touched out of turn
don't tell them,
"It happens to everyone."
because if it does, it shouldn't
and you out of all
the empty souls
know it goddamned well.

Things not to say.

23 AUG AT 17:53