bhaskar saikia

the Galactic Nomad


lonely

  • Melancholic Emptiness

    Some nights feel heavier than others. Not because something particular happened, but because everything suddenly feels still—too still. The world quiets down, and in that silence, we begin to hear things we usually ignore: our own loneliness, the weight of unanswered questions, and sometimes, the distant echo of someone else’s sorrow. This poem came to Continue reading