Posted on November 30, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Actually I knew about the November Rain from the song November Rain by Guns N Roses. The song has been really fascinating me and is one of my personal favourite. So I wanted to feel how november rain feels like. I have had this experience of Cold chilly november rain before two years and it [...]
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Posted on November 29, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Hurry Hurry…its six…
Something needs to be fix..
Watch rings..but I throw it out..
They yell..out..yell out hard..
Suddenly, I realize..I need to run..fast..
Reach there always always late..
I always say its my fate…
We are grown ups..not even asked why late?? ..
Then yawn all time..its lack of sleep I know and he says..too
I am helpless..with this messy hair, unironed clothes..
I [...]
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Posted on November 29, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Waiting since the sunday comes, so many things undone to be done. What can one do in 24 hours. Sometimes I feel these 24 hours is not enough for me. But what the hell I am doing other than running. Running from home to college ( always late..If I will be on time then it [...]
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Posted on November 28, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Dying each moment I breathe..
Dying with each beat this thing beats..
Suffering suffering..immensely..suffering..
Yet living..yet alive..yet standing..
Yet dying..with each beat and each breathe..
Flooded eyes..pounding thing..blur image I Dream..
Whatever I feel..whatever I dream…
Engraved yes the name is in this heart..
I Dream Whatever!!!
Waiting till this moment..and I shall till I am alive..
A quest and a thirst..A need of the [...]
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Posted on November 22, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Contemplated !!!
I am feeling overwhelmed over the reality exposed there at Gurukul of Mithila, Janakpur in the form of a play “Woh Khali Muh dekhi che “where the “Dowry” has its roots deeply rooted in the society. No education too couldnot do anything, what can be done then. I am really contemplated. Few months back [...]
Filed under: Drama Review | Tagged: Death, dowry, Drama, gurukul, Ktm Int'l theatre Fest, life, malpracitces, predicaments, society, tragedy | 2 Comments »
Posted on November 20, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
I would have loved to mourn on his untimely demise, but I would not do that. A very sweet memory left. How could he die in such an tender age, leaving a family, leaving this beautiful world. I remember Brave New World..a novel which I couldnot read because of its harshness and the realtiy exposed [...]
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Posted on November 20, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
There she stoods waiting for you..
Beautiful..she is..Beautiful she has to be..
Throws her clads…you cover her with your cash..
There she stoods waiting for you..
No make ups she needs..she is granted a body naturally..
What else you need..
Walks on the road carefree…
Promiscuous she is..Promiscuous she is seen..
A body she needs to sustain…
Babies after her….and inside her to be [...]
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Posted on November 19, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Breathing ….now and then,
Incessantly…
Filing this empty vessel..with air..
Trying to live..here ..making this empty thing alive..
Each moment I thrive..I thrive..
Making this empty thing alive..
A soul and a fleshy..empty thing..
A hollowness..very very deep..
Insane..it is..breathing in and out..
I keep my silence…and I don’t shout..
Emptiness I preserve..
Emptiness I preserve..
Breathing incessantly..in and out..
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Posted on November 17, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
A feeling so lone..
The calm eyes shone..
Thumping heart..wants to believe..in each beat..
But mind controls it…says don’t believe it..
A feeling so strange..
A feeling so sacred..
The stillness..of the emotions..till this day…
Yes…still in the hues
When I see the still image…throuh this internet…
I laugh at my helplessness…
Chosen STAR ran away…
Chosen STAR runs away..
Runs away…
Ran away…
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Posted on November 16, 2008 by Sweta Baniya
Wonderful !!!
After a long interval I went there again, yes again to watch the play there at Gurukul. Thank god there was proper parking. Otherwise it would really have been hard for me to ride up there. I have longed a lot since the day I had known about the theatre festival to be happened; I [...]
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