The Happy Universe - Rishav Sahoo Blog

I had been waiting for this day for long and now that this day has come, it doesn't feel so good. I started packing with my books And the laptop came along. Between the books in my shelf Were few memories as photographs Past years were reminded Beautiful days with beautiful people. Not so long trips. Birthdays celebrated. Classes bunked. Places explored, Redefining beauty of the ugliest places in the town. I was determined never to get attached to something like this I was determined not to let my emotions be dominated by something like this And then I felt something crawling on my left cheek The photos now looked blurred My lips smiling and eyes filled. I closed my eyes and put my head up I looked outside the window, it was one of the most appealing evening views I have ever had. I paused the packing, went outside, took my bicycle, and started towards the calmest, most serene places that I knew in the city. But unfortunately, that was no more the same...

📸_j.e.n.a.b.a.b.u_ We let ourselves fall victims in the hand of depression . And we are the ones that prevent ourselves from getting out of it. We want a particular person to help us out and believe that only that person can help us. This way we close the door for everyone else. We close the door for anyone who can and wants to help . We close the door for anyone who actually truly loves us and cares for us. We close the door on anyone else who understands what we are going through. Only in the hope that the one person would understand and help us get through this. See, hope is a good thing. In fact the best thing. But not always. Hope works only when looked for in the right place . Often we look for hope in the very wrong place and return disappointed. This way we fear never to hope again. Never to trust again. This is what pushes us to the never ending cycle of depression. We expect from the wrong person, hope in the wrong place, get broken, and never trust again. If aga...

आंसुओं में बह रहा वो रक़्त तेरा नहीँ गुज़र रहा है जो बुरा वो वक़्त तेरा नहीँ सब्र कर ज़रा तू बंदे यह घड़ी है इम्तहान की यूँही गुज़र ये जाएगा मालिश है यह थकान की अंधेरा तुझसे कहता है सवेरा तू दिखलायेगा उसको ज़रा अपना के देख तुझको भी यह अपनाएगा ख्वाहिशें होंगी पूरी अभी हार कर ठहरना नहीँ जो रह गया है अधूरा वो वक़्त तेरा नहीँ पहने हुए जो घूमता चेहरा नहीँ नकाब है हटा कर तो देख ज़रा बादलों में तेरे ख्वाब है उनको तू उड़ान दे वक़्त सुधर जाएगा हवा के झोंके की तरह बुरा वक्त भी गुज़र जाएगा बन मशाल ऐसा जो काली रातों से डरा नहीँ गुज़र रहा है जो बुरा वो वक़्त तेरा नहीँ अभी है मौका सीख ले जबतक ये वक़्त गुज़रा नहीँ जिसको तू बुरा है सोचता शायद वो वक़्त बुरा नहीँ                                           ~RV

Imagine loosing someone you love, for life. Not the ones related to you through romantic love, but the ones whom you actually love. Like your Mother, or anyone else in the family you have been the closest to. Isn't only the thought of it enough to send a chill through the spine? Doesn't it feel to take the thought of it straight away from the mind?. Now imagine the feeling when the one person whom you love unconditionally has lost someone that dear to them! That is even harder. You don't feel what they must be going through. You might not even have the slightest idea how they must be feeling. But, what you feel is totally different. You can't cry over the demise of the one person they have lost. You can't also stay calm watching the one dearest to you in such pain. Now you don't know what to do. Let them pour their heart out and feel the pain, let them have their alone time to grief or try to help them get through it and overcome the grief? You want to...

Close your eyes . What do you see? It ain’t nothing, It’s everything You want to see. The Universe you want to be. To live in with The one you seek, The way you think. Keep it close. What do you see? The color black All of in it. Absorbed by it To let you draw And help you grow The seed of your imagination Helping you build your own nation. The world you see With open eyes The world of war and demise The world of hatred and all lies The world of people in disguise, Doesn’t exist Until you let it hold your wrist Until you catch hold in your fist Pain the illusion to black Where every negative thought does lack The energy, to break you down The prodigy, you are no clown. Now close your eyes And build your world. The universe, with greenery Heart warming sights, the sceneries. Where you could live and wanted to No harm to your heart, one could do. ​ The world no more any lies The world withou...

क्षितिज   दूर कहीं अनंत में मिल जाते हैं  आसमान और ज़मीन दायरों को तोड़ कर एक समस्त ब्रह्मांड को दूसरा लम्हों को जोड़ कर चाहे वो डूबता हो या फिर वो हो उगता सूरज की लालिमा आंखों को वश में कर लेती है न जाने कैसे प्रश्नों के उत्तर ढूंढने  अक्सर ये दुनिया उस क्षितिज को निहारती है  एक ख्वाब सा है वो एक अलग ही अंदाज़ है उसका किसी कलाकार के चित्र के जैसे प्रेमिका के मुख के जैसा देखते ही रहने का मन करता है उस डूबते आकाश के संग डूबने के मन करता है सागर की गहराइयों में  खो जाने का मन करता है ये कैसी माया है उसकी जो मोह लेता है आत्मा को लाल, बैंगनी, नारंगी, पीला हर रंग ले चलता है सांत्वना को भूल जाता हूं कभी कभी मानो दुनिया से परे हूँ मैं जैसे सारी दुनिया मुझमे बसती है और उसके दायरे में हूँ मैं  यूँ ही बैठे हुए मेरे सामने कुछ देखता हूं जैसे जैसे सूरज क्षितिज में ढलता है मेरे नज़रों के सामने, सारी परेशानियाँ भूलकर, प्रकृति के फ़िल्म को चलते हुए देखता हूँ। इस अनिश्चित जीवन में एक यही तो निश्चित लगता है अनंत तक फैला हुआ  यह क्षितिज ही सुनिश्चित लगता है।   ...