Bahaar E Firaaq

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.