Random Leaves of Chinar

This book is a collection of poems, prose and random thoughts. They are thoughts about life, love, relationships, freedom, humanity and the world. No two chapters are interconnected, they are just random words, like the mess of my mind anguished by the torments of what I see around.
Words are nought but feelings captured when the cup of emotions is filled and overflowing. In the land of conflict, my beautiful Kashmir, where nothing brings solace, I try to find a small corner, on this old walnut desk and pen a few lines, least they bring comfort to his life occupied not only by thoughts but the idea of dignity.
These words I am trying to write down are cumulative feelings of a person, whose wings are broken and waiting to flutter in the freedom of the air.
*Chinar is a tree which grows in Kashmir, and is beautiful and spread with deep roots and foliage, when the fall comes, they fall under the feet of walkers, letting a sigh of their own.

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