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the very first note from ayrarchives.
Ayra
June 24, 2025
first, gratitude: to your eyes, for letting these words pass through. this space was born from a simple thought: everything is deep (poetic), if you give it the space. i’ve always believed that poetry isn’t only in the written, it’s in everything. | i look at the image above, often, and think of the very first ‘big girl’ poem i ever wrote. it was a play on the shades of green and the irony that lives in them. green for envy & green for nature. green for disgust & green for fertility. it was a horrible poem. absolutely vile. i am now five years wiser. |
poetry is a lens, a way of seeing. it is how we hold the world when we choose to look at it with softness, curiosity, and care.
the more i type, the more ridiculous i think i sound. i am simply obsessed with poetry, and it shows.
here’s another image i captured. you’ve probably guessed it already! of course. i do see poetry in this too.
i chose the University of Waterloo as my home for the next part of my life in 2022, as an 18-year-old. as an immigrant, born to immigrant parents.
a school best known, perhaps, for co-op programs, startups, and, of course, its infamous goose attacks across campus; oddly reminiscent of the life i left behind and the life i build every day.
i call them nature’s alarm clocks because they wake me up into a newer kind of noticing.
finally, some noor.
noor, or light, an Arabic (sometimes Urdu) word is one of my favorite ways to poetically represent what grief first corrupts, and then, somehow, lets blossom.
i captured this & immediately thought about the concept of sonder. the quiet, startling awareness that each passerby
each person
in the frame of this photo, holds a world as layered, as full, and as fragile as mine.
a lot of my poetry revolved around the grief of losing someone i never loved and then losing someone i loved so incredibly much. it’s silly, really. sometimes, it felt like i was breaking the 4th wall of my own poetry.
and somehow, i am still moving towards finding my noor again.
this is why i write. this is why i notice. this is why i began ayrarchives.
i promise, some of my notes will be silly poetic essays about my favorite media and some of my notes will be about the sentiments we carry quietly, the ones that sit beneath our days. longing, grief, tenderness, and joy.
you will get it all.
until next time,
ayra
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