Kolkata Kaleidoscope: An Urban Oasis
In alleys of Kolkata, where history sighs,
A chaos kaleidoscope, where life multiplies.
Yellow cabs honk a symphony, horns pierce the air,
But amidst the madness, an oasis waits there.
On Maidan's green expanse, the lungs of the town,
Kite flyers gather, dreams painted and flown.
Children chase pigeons, their laughter takes flight,
A haven of sunshine, bathed in golden light.
Beneath the Howrah Bridge's majestic span,
Ferry horns blare, a bustling caravan.
But nestled beside it, a book stall takes hold,
Pages whisper stories, both new and old.
In College Street's labyrinth, a haven of thought,
Second-hand treasures, wisdom dearly bought.
Students debate, under the banyan's shade,
Ideas ignite, a future displayed.
Coffee houses steeped in time, a haven for souls,
Adda unfolds, stories take their tolls.
Intellectual giants, once graced these chairs,
Whispers of Tagore, and revolutionary flares.
Down by Kumartuli, clay breathes life anew,
Durga's fierce form, waiting for the queue.
Artisans' hands, a legacy they hold,
A haven of creation, stories untold.
Victoria Memorial stands, a marble dream,
Echoes of Raj, a bygone regime.
But in its manicured gardens, solace is found,
A haven of quietness, on bustling ground.
Prinsep Ghat whispers tales of the past,
Where the Hooghly flows, memories cast.
Sunset paints the sky, in hues of fire,
A haven of reflection, where desires retire.
In the narrow bylanes, where chai stalls abound,
Samosas sizzling, aromas profound.
Amidst the crowds, a smile brightly beams,
A haven of warmth, in life's flowing streams.
The trams rumble along, a clanging refrain,
A bygone era, refusing to wane.
But in their rhythmic sway, a haven's embrace,
A journey through time, on a vintage space.
On rooftops at dusk, prayer calls ascend,
A tapestry of faiths, that never will end.
Minarets and temples, paint the evening sky,
A haven of harmony, where spirits can fly.
Kolkata's monsoon rains, a cleansing embrace,
Washing away worries, leaving not a trace.
The city glistens, renewed and alive,
A haven of rebirth, where dreams can thrive.
Despite the potholes, the peeling facades,
A hidden beauty, Kolkata pervades.
In the chaos and warmth, a haven it brings,
A city that pulsates, with life's vibrant springs.
So next time you wander, in Kolkata's maze,
Seek out these havens, where your spirit finds praise.
For amidst the throngs, a peace can reside,
In the heart of Kolkata, where your soul can confide.
