I have tried to delineate mostly myself by choosing thoughts and words from the vastrepertoire of impressions that my senses gathered passively in my afflicted hours. Hence nothing can be counted as my thought and word as I never found myself free...
I have tried to delineate mostly myself by choosing thoughts and words from the vastrepertoire of impressions that my senses gathered passively in my afflicted hours. Hence nothing can be counted as my thought and word as I never found myself free enough to spare even a minute from the incessant cluttering so that I could have analyzed my memory that can be called original. I am not sure whether the title of the book represents anything that my poems stand to depict, but I strongly believe that each of us is fighting our own war of survival in our individual ‘kurukshetra’ amidst uncertainty and chaos. In this case, let me hope that you may empathize with my introspections.