indigo, @solavey
“He’s the one who always lifts the lens with quiet reverence, capturing me in frames I never ask for. He knows I’m camera conscious, yet he clicks away like I’m a masterpiece in motion.
He never seeks the same in return, never turns the spotlight on himself, only smiles when I laugh, as if my joy is his reward. And truly, what’s more fascinating than a man in love? Not in grand declarations, but in the soft, unspoken gestures that make you feel seen, adored, safe.
When a man truly loves, the person beside him begins to bloom, and suddenly life tastes sweeter, time feels kinder, and everything broken begins to mend.
I wish I had the words to measure how fiercely I love him, how deeply I ache to be his, not just in this fleeting life, but in every realm beyond it, until stars fall silent and the universe forgets its own name. I feel blessed that I have him next to me.”
(Salvador Dali’s Art exhibition and others, VAG, February’25)
In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind,
Where shadows of unspoken truths linger like specters in the twilight,
There exists a cacophony of sentiments yearning for articulation,
Yet I find solace in the delicate art of restraint.
— Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse; Fragments [translated by Richard Howard]
– Audrey Hepburn
— Louise Glück, "The Burning Heart"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
“Where elegance of tradition whispers the tale of artwork.”
November’24, Bikaner House, New Delhi.
haiku #15, tathev simonyan
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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