Rya Ray

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Time around us
hears us
go silent.

गवाही।

22 MAY AT 21:43

Your hands knead
my breasts
like water kneads
lumps of soil
during a violent rain
and it smells like
petrichor on your hands
after you touch
my anxious parts
and both sigh out
each others' names
like clouds
sigh out thunder.

It's raining in Bangalore.

21 MAY AT 0:18

You
make
my
dust
settle.

Well.

7 MAY AT 15:27

I had once written "Distance is the most malleable thing. It can feel the same across counties. Across cities. Across rooms. And across the same bed." I'd written this for another guy. It was a part of a poem. All that's in the past. But distance still feels just as malleable. It's been a while since I've seen you. My fingertips keep looking for your fingertips. It's scary how sometimes I close my eyes and can't remember your face completely. Does life do this to us? Maybe the chapter on Time, Speed and Distance should have spoken about other things too, back in math class. I'm scared of forgetting the most beautiful parts of you the quickest. I've heard that if something can travel faster than the speed of light, its dimensions disappear. Do my thoughts reach you that fast? Does the distance cease to exist then? Funny how our virtual images form on phone screens. It's funny how I woke up this morning wanting to listen to your voice, and everything was okay. I could call you. It wasn't complicated. Just for once.

Time dilation and other things like love and distance.

1 MAY AT 17:51

Toothache aur heartbreak.

Performing this piece at YourQuote open mic, Bengaluru.

So it's been about a week, Since I've had this pain in my teeth. Pills and potions I did try, but it still makes me yelp and want to cry. There is a soaring pain that does spread to the entire right side of my head. I lie in bed and wonder how to get rid of all this throbbing now. Now this is the point where I digress, and this becomes about you, more and about toothache, less. So hear me out when I say you resemble toothache in more than one way. You came ininvited, a sunday afternoon and felt like scintilating ice cream on a silver spoon. And it's a fact that ice creams and people like yourself do not have a lot of life on the shelf. You not only invite overwhelming guilt, but like toothache, you fuckinh hurt, to the hilt. I was sort of hoping you would go away on your own and I wouldn't have to try all remedies I'd known. From switching off blue-ticks to swiping right, to deleting your contact, for call I might. Those were the Betadines and Listerines I used But you and the pain both stayed infused. Then I went to a dentist and cried for respite and realized you both weren't ready to leave despite. I'd stopped writing about the sense of loss for that was my idea of dental floss. I thought that'd ease and help let go and would not let it spread and grow. But you see sadness and toothache are masters of their own, and both stay till they will and don't leave when the door is shown. And now I am better, with stronger teeth and gum and there's no troubleshooting with those little pegs of rum. Now I am on the other side of heartbreak, but you, you still remind me of that goddamned toothache.

23 APR AT 16:05


टीस अजब उठती है
तुम्हारे चले जाने पर।
इतना खाली हूँ तो
ये भारीपन क्या है?
और इतना भारीपन है तो
फिर खाली क्या है?

द्वंद्व।

19 APR AT 6:22

- The Broken Clock

We chase time chase time chase time.

14 APR AT 15:03

Jamais Vu

Have you, for the first time
parted your lips
to let someone in
but it feels like
they had already visited
from a time before time
from a love beyond reason?
Origins fail, and my number line
of all breaths breathed
move to make room for you.
You're a song from before,
I already knew.
You concoct for me,
my Jamais Vu.

Jamais Vu.

5 APR AT 22:15

Fingers,
hungry for
homes between
the ridges of yours,
visit your palms
but don't stay,
just like a guest
who knows
when to leave.
Your fingers
know passageways,
to the strings
in my heart.
Of  you, I spin the yarn.
Of you, I become.

Katiya karoon.

4 APR AT 19:58

Someone looks at you
and then you feel
songs being poured
into the emptiness
between your ribs.

Symphony?

2 APR AT 22:21