Bahaar e Firaaq

Description

Bahaar-e-Firaaq—a garden of longing where every page is a wilted petal, every verse a sigh lost in the wind. Its words bleed like autumn leaves drifting from forgotten branches, its rhymes echo like unreturned footsteps in the alleyways of exile. Sayel Chakrabarti weaves a tapestry of moonlit sorrows, of hands that touched only to part, of whispers drowned in the tide of time. In these pages, love is both a wound and a cure, memory both a refuge and a storm. This is not just poetry—it is the fragrance of absences, the melody of waiting, the endless spring of separation.