Posted on May 28, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Just a mere imagination….!!! ( written from a guy’s perspective )
While the clouds start falling and making everything wet…Something inside me gets energized….something starts getting emotional… and I become more and more romantic…and when I think of you in this stage of romantica my heart starts pounding up…and I start imagining the time…the most beautiful time….
I sms you…saying “its raining dear…how are you ?, you might catch cold dear…do take care…and please don’t go anywhere in rain” . But inside my mind things are different dear…I think of you and me in the air….( ha ha rhyming ) I mean in the rain…
I know how much you love rain dear, so I am planning a rainy date for us…You and I , an umbrella and rain…only rain…and of course our favourite “Coffee” ….and nothing else…
Let the rain, rain such that it is so moderate…sim-sim-sim ( Hehey! ) Not sim-sim-sim…a little more than that… Continue reading
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Posted on May 25, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
One and two…
A hundreds of you….
A thousands of you….
Where is your silver lining ?
And why are you falling…… Continue reading
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Posted on May 22, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
You are making me “Phoenix”*
You kill me as usual….
As usual…I wake up….
Just like from sleep… Continue reading
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Posted on May 20, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Photo clicked by a fren !!!
Something I fantasize a lot, something that makes me feel so cool and something that I love truly from my heart. This arouse a feeling in me. A feeling that makes me feel so good. Reminds me of so many things. A grand treat for eyes. The blue environment , I feel so wonderful. I enjoy this blue environment whenever i behold these beautiful flowers on the tree and on the ground……A cool chill i feel inside, a feeling that’s so great.
“Blue Mimosa “, we call it Siris Ko Phul is something that I call a grand treat from nature ( esp for me ). This reminds me of the novel by Parijat, everytime I remember the description of this Siris Ko Phul…..thats so lively and thats so much heart touching.
Thanks to you who clicked a picture of Siris ko Phul….
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Posted on May 16, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Just feelings are coming so much randomly….A romantic movie would be a great heart…touching…a great treat.. Why the hell I am typing these words here ? And why the hell I am fighting with you…? Without any reason…
Like the way I am typing these words here. Like the way something is getting revived….Two words that’s ringing in my head…the warmth that was just for the few golden minutes
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Posted on May 14, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Desperateness kills me……
Something is missing….
Soul I have….mine
The thoughts of you…
This desperateness……… Continue reading
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Posted on May 12, 2009 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
A dream of a perfect life………..
A wait for the perfection……….
” Perfection” becomes ideals and it becomes ambition. Ambition or Ambitions? A journey that starts after “conception”…..a journey begins being of thumbnail size….and the journey ends..likewise….in the form of ashes.
Ideals of life..are somehow fascinating so much that we remain fantasizing it ever and ever in life. Ideals after all are only the things that makes us live. That makes the hope alive. Everything can be lost but hope. We are so powerful that we can hope. We can hope for every good things of life.
Here, I want to remind a story which we read years back “Pandora’s Box” , the ancient myth that the world was so beautiful, there was no misery and there was no pain. Continue reading
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