Saturday, January 22, 2011


[it is with much trepidation that i am about to paste on this page, the following poem. it is about my most favourite place in the entire city--Panbazar. For anyone acquainted with Guwahati, this is one of the most familiar of places. historically laden, scenting of books, Panbazar is a living story of Guwahati's past. of course, the following composition is my tribute to this beautiful place...]

smell of books
ideas wafting all over,
honks and soot
the muezzin’s call
students...smiling shining
readers...poring over books
madhu channawallah selling his wares
a lone cow grazing in from nowhere
lovers sharing panipuris
cars and bikes cycles and rickshaws walkers
all in a mad scramble
in this gulley of books,
there is no space for tears
memories whisper secrets
the old nods at the new
Murphy Radio smiles in reminiscence
 College Studio clicks on…
 crystallizing moments on reel
Colourful magazines hail you
Pavement book stalls, 
adda points
where ideas merge with love,
where hatred diffuses in harmony.
summery mornings, wintry afternoons, rainy sunsets
Panbazar takes it all...

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