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Sreyash (@sreyash) - Collective Profile | Prague, CZ Scientist. 30| Bisexual | Applied physicist with a PhD by day, poet and musician by night, because why settle for one way to blow your mind?📍Paris | Prague Follow @sreyashsarkar on Instagram. Recent posts: a man sits in a grassy park, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, engrossed in reading a book. in the background, other people relax on the lawn under a clear blue sky dotted with trees., a shirtless man flexes his bicep in a black and white mirror selfie. he wears a chain necklace and a ring on his finger., a black and white photo of a dog named pluto lying on a tiled floor. the dog is looking to the left of the frame with its front paws extended., a man with sunglasses and a beard poses for a photo while seated indoors, wearing a collared button-up shirt and a watch., a hand holds open a book with palm trees and a bright blue sky in the background. the image evokes a sense of relaxation and vacation., a formal dining table is set with blue tablecloths, elegant floral centerpieces, and place settings for a banquet or event. the table is adorned with salads, bread rolls, and an array of glassware and cutlery, suggesting a catered affair., a man in a suit and sunglasses takes a selfie in a car, holding onto a lanyard around his neck., a bright, sunny day with several sailboats racing on the blue ocean. a bridge and coastline are visible in the background., a man in white briefs takes a selfie in a mirror. he has dark hair and is looking down at his phone., a surrealist painting depicts a nude woman lying on her side, with a skull motif incorporated into her head. the artwork, framed and displayed in a dimly lit setting, evokes a dark and symbolic atmosphere., a close-up, slightly blurry shot of a chalkboard covered in complex mathematical equations and formulas written in chalk. the writing is dense and covers most of the board, suggesting a deep dive into a scientific or mathematical subject., a cozy balcony space is decorated with plants, artwork, and vintage lamps, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere in the evening., a solar eclipse is captured in the sky behind a silhouetted castle. the sun appears as a crescent shape against a dramatic orange and red sky filled with clouds., a sun-drenched street in prague leads the eye towards a magnificent green-domed church and a tall clock tower, set against a dramatic sky with swirling clouds., a man with dark hair and a beard smiles widely as he takes a selfie in a bathroom. he is wearing black nike jockstraps., .
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Sreyash @sreyash

30| Bisexual | Applied physicist with a PhD by day, poet and musician by night, because why settle for one way to blow your mind?📍Paris | Prague
Prague, CZ
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A man sits in a grassy park, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, engrossed in reading a book. In the background, other people relax on the lawn under a clear blue sky dotted with trees.
Where We Become Your mouth finds mine, and the self— that old defended country— opens a border. I want you. Your hands draw me nearer. Spit at the corner of your mouth. Your cock, hard and undeniable: matter refusing abstraction. I lick you— and for a moment knowledge abandons its distance. There is no purity here, only the difficult fact of two men ceasing to pretend they are sufficient unto themselves. Afterward, cum cooling, the room grows quiet. Your forehead rests against mine. The distance remains. It must. You are still other, still unknowable— but the space between us is no longer empty. And perhaps intimacy requires nothing grander: to be seen without disguise, to touch what one cannot possess, to remain. The night exhausts its language. My mouth remembers yours. And between two separate lives, one word remains: stay.
A shirtless man flexes his bicep in a black and white mirror selfie. He wears a chain necklace and a ring on his finger.
Chaos
A black and white photo of a dog named Pluto lying on a tiled floor. The dog is looking to the left of the frame with its front paws extended.
Meet this hunk. He’s Mr. Pluto.
A man with sunglasses and a beard poses for a photo while seated indoors, wearing a collared button-up shirt and a watch.
A hand holds open a book with palm trees and a bright blue sky in the background. The image evokes a sense of relaxation and vacation.
A formal dining table is set with blue tablecloths, elegant floral centerpieces, and place settings for a banquet or event. The table is adorned with salads, bread rolls, and an array of glassware and cutlery, suggesting a catered affair.
A man in a suit and sunglasses takes a selfie in a car, holding onto a lanyard around his neck.
Your boy got an award last night
A bright, sunny day with several sailboats racing on the blue ocean. A bridge and coastline are visible in the background.
A man in white briefs takes a selfie in a mirror. He has dark hair and is looking down at his phone.
Tired
A surrealist painting depicts a nude woman lying on her side, with a skull motif incorporated into her head. The artwork, framed and displayed in a dimly lit setting, evokes a dark and symbolic atmosphere.
A close-up, slightly blurry shot of a chalkboard covered in complex mathematical equations and formulas written in chalk. The writing is dense and covers most of the board, suggesting a deep dive into a scientific or mathematical subject.
Back with my equations
A cozy balcony space is decorated with plants, artwork, and vintage lamps, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere in the evening.
A solar eclipse is captured in the sky behind a silhouetted castle. The sun appears as a crescent shape against a dramatic orange and red sky filled with clouds.
Between punctuations
A sun-drenched street in Prague leads the eye towards a magnificent green-domed church and a tall clock tower, set against a dramatic sky with swirling clouds.
A man with dark hair and a beard smiles widely as he takes a selfie in a bathroom. He is wearing black Nike jockstraps.
After Solitude, the Body — This solitude is deep— ancient, intimate, almost primordial— and has gathered me into itself, as though the entire world were a single, unbreachable embrace. And yet, what is the flight of a bird beside this? How much purer, how immeasurably more innocent the body when it becomes only air, only departure. Still, there are moments when the touch of a hand, the nearness of another body, awakens every atom in me— one by one, as though my flesh were a sleeping constellation suddenly remembering its stars. And then the kiss upon my mouth— that kiss which, without blinking, discovers everything my waiting has concealed: the secret architecture of desire, all the small, trembling expectations I had buried beneath the ordinary hours. All of it— all of it is mine. Your tongue moving across my body writes a fire there, an alphabet of intimacy that no solitude has ever been able to decipher. Your fingers— your whole being entering the grammar of mine; your saliva becoming indistinguishable from my own; your lips finding my lips; your body dissolving against my mouth. And as I surrender myself to that hunger, I find myself wondering— is this what a life is? To spend an eternity learning the difference between being alone and being, for one incandescent moment, completely inhabited?
A delightful spread of afternoon tea is laid out on a wooden table, with a beautiful garden view visible through a window. The setting includes a teapot, teacups, a small dessert, and a refreshing drink, creating an elegant and inviting scene.
A towering, curved bookshelf filled with countless books is framed by rustic wooden beams. A small table and chairs are visible in the foreground, suggesting a cozy reading nook.
A man takes a selfie in an elevator while wearing a striped shirt and sunglasses on his head. He is holding his phone in his right hand and has a backpack slung over his left shoulder.
I
A dramatic sunset casts an orange glow over a city street lined with buildings and tram tracks. The sky is a vibrant mix of orange and yellow, with overhead wires crisscrossing the frame.
‘..And left me ruined by the curse of wings..’
A couple walks their dog on a paved path with a cityscape in the background under a bright blue sky with scattered clouds. Streetlights and trees line the path, with decorative grasses and purple flowers in the foreground.
A hand holds open a journal with handwritten text against a backdrop of a colorful sunset over the water.
A man in a white collared shirt and white pants stands in the doorway of a vintage photo booth. The booth and the surrounding wall are covered in graffiti and stickers.
ig: sreyashsarkar
A group of people walk along the shoreline during a vibrant orange sunset. Palm trees and coastal buildings are silhouetted against the hazy sky.
A man with dark hair, a beard, and sunglasses poses for a selfie in a swimming pool. He is shirtless, with water up to his chest.
A man with dark hair, sunglasses, and a beard poses for a selfie by the pool. He is shirtless and wearing swim trunks.
A man in a suit smiles while holding a cocktail and looking out at a harbor filled with boats during sunset.
⛵️
A man in white briefs smiles and takes a selfie in a bathroom.
Hey San Diego!
A frosted glass-like card displays 'San Diego' at the top, with an American flag emoji. Below it reads 'Visiting for 11 days', and at the bottom, '21 Aug' is shown next to an airplane emoji and '31 Aug'.
Anybody to show me around? 🤍
Two iced beverages, one a vibrant green matcha latte and the other a dark iced coffee, sit on a wooden table with straws in each.
Refuge
A man in a white embroidered outfit sits on a mat on a balcony, surrounded by plants, flowers, and artwork. The scene is bathed in natural light, creating a serene and artistic atmosphere.
A man with long dark hair and a goatee takes a mirror selfie in an elevator. He is shirtless, showing his abs, and wearing grey pants.
Elevator mirrors do somethings to me
A balcony space is decorated with a framed picture, vases, candles, and plants, creating a serene and artistic atmosphere.
Remembering the poet
A vibrant orange cocktail sits beside a small, artfully presented appetizer on a white tablecloth. The appetizer features delicate asparagus spears, a dollop of orange puree, and dots of green sauce, all arranged on a textured base.
A man in a black tank top and light-colored shorts takes a selfie in an elevator. He is flexing his arm and looking at the camera.
🫶🤍
A man is shown from the chest down, wearing plaid pajama pants and no shirt. He has a goatee and visible body hair.
The Fire Between Pronouns — Am I, then, entirely broken somewhere within? There, the moon tells me: I cannot give you light. Darkness clutches at me; desires, ripening toward their own ruin— but what if you take the staircase away? At the feet of the staircase, all my longings lie restless, beseeching. And the shadow? What becomes of the shadow? Beneath the shadow: a depth, an intimacy, an immeasurable fatigue. No, no—I am speaking of you, really. You. You are not here? And yet, clutching at the hem of your garment, I remain—this I, this impossible remainder of myself. If I reach out my hand, what am I reaching into? You—or fire? Or is the reaching itself forbidden? Or the moment my hand extends, are you the one imprisoned? No. I do not know. No, no, no—none of this has any value for me. I know that freedom from the prison is imminent. And yet, can one ever be liberated from a bond? From light into darkness, from darkness into the primordial dark, from that darkness into the forest, from the forest into the leaf, from the leaf into the bird, from the bird into the branch, from the branch into— I do not know. But that does not mean I will stop. It does not mean I will hide my face. It does not mean I will fold my hands and remain seated in silence. Nor will I renounce my kiss, my touch, my body, that immense hunger within me— I will set it all, all of it, ablaze, until I become luminous enough to see you. Your I and my you— two pronouns crossing the borders of the self, two flames discovering that they were never separate— the same fire, the same burning, the same impossible confluence.
A black and white, artistic portrait of a shirtless man with a beard and stubble, posing against a dark background.
A close-up shot of an open book with a poem titled "How I Became an Article" visible on the right page. The left page has handwritten notes.
A colored pencil drawing depicts a vibrant sky filled with fluffy clouds tinged with pink and orange hues, set against a backdrop of urban buildings.
An ornate, gilded chandelier hangs from the ceiling of a lavish opera house, illuminating the plush red seats and intricately decorated balconies. The stage features a vibrant, classical painting behind a rich velvet curtain.
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