Marmalade Skies

Language.

Only if language could be scraped off wall paper motifs?

Taken at Tibet Kitchen, Amar Colony.

We, The People?

"I know where you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head"

- Peter Sarstedt

the chocolateboy. the private person. the heavenly smile. the companion. the road i travel to know him. the kaleidoscope of colourful moments. the wildlaughter. the silence. the words never spoken before.

the Fritzwilliam Darcy. the Mr. Rochester. the Jehangir Choudhary. the Stephen Guest.

*smiles*

to you,

i wonder why everytime i look at you, i see a riot of colours. i'm just a hazy, blurry shade of sepia, sometimes even a golden-purple hue of the sky but you, you just amaze me with all your colours and music. and i love the way parts of me are breaking away from me and merging unto you.

i cannot wait anymore to be a part of you completely.
i lowe you.