bhaskar saikia

There comes a moment in every wanderer’s journey when the soul forgets to pause. The heart beats forward, unrelenting, pushing into the unknown—a vast and wondrous wilderness stretching beyond the horizon. It is in these moments, standing at the threshold of mystery, that we begin to understand the true nature of our existence.

As I traverse this winding road, I search for what has been lost and what still lingers in the shadows of memory. The path meanders like an ancient river through the darkened forest—deep and solemn like monsoon nights, melancholic like the quiet fall of autumn leaves, yet imbued with a wisdom that whispers secrets only time can tell. Every step is a dialogue with solitude, a conversation with silence that holds within it the echoes of everything I have ever been.

Yet, even in the solitude, I find myself reaching outward—throwing my anchor into the unknown, hoping to find a harbor in the infinite sea of existence. But the further I journey, the more I realize that every refuge I seek is not outside of me, but within. The universe I chase is not beyond the stars; it is the cosmos within my own being. The galaxies I long to explore are reflections of my own boundless potential, and the constellations of my thoughts illuminate the night sky of my consciousness.

Standing at the edge of the Milky Way, ready to set sail toward Andromeda, I embrace the paradox of feeling both weary and invigorated at once. To be lost in the vastness of the cosmos is to truly find oneself. It is here, in the infinite dance between darkness and light, that I understand the truth: every end is a beginning, and every fall is a chance to rise anew.

So, I surrender to the rhythm of the universe. I allow myself to rest, knowing that sleep is not an end but a preparation for creation. When I awaken, I will not merely witness a new world—I will shape it. For every thought, every dream, every quiet whisper of longing is the seed of a universe waiting to be born.

And so, I close my eyes—not in finality, but in anticipation. For when I rise again, a new universe will rise with me.