Posted on January 19, 2017 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Dijju: (My Aunt, Sister)
This picture was taken sometime during 2015 while we were returning from our regular visit to temple! The poem is dedicated to her!
You would warm your palms
In the burning coal
Put them on my cold rosy cheeks
Because, you know Kathmandu used to be so cold.
You would brew warm cup of tea,
To hear my nonsense over it.
I would complain, it is too cold.
I would complain, Life is hard.
And, you laugh over it and say~
Tell me something new!
Then, we would laugh!
Dear Dijju, (Sister)
Lafayette was -3 last time!
I yearned for everything~
Tea and talk besides warmth.
We would sit over the gas heater
Switch on Television for the regular Hindi Serials
Over the LED light that glowed only over the ceiling,
And, sometimes candle.
Because, Kathmandu suffered load shedding 🙂
I would read Tales from “Swasthani Barta Katha”,
And, you will fall asleep!
And~ I would keep on reading without complaining
Sometimes, we would discuss
How women were treated in the time of “Gods”? Continue reading
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Posted on September 10, 2016 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
No idea who creates the path. But, I follow it. We follow it as it leads somewhere~ we might know ~ we might not know! Pic: Google.com!
That line supposed to separate
Hope and hopelessness
Life and death
Who draws it?
Whose hand are those
That carves fate in the forehead?
You were the one
To walk on the path
Did you create it yourself?
Are you treading on the path created by someone else?
That sublimity scares you!
Nirvana crack down your nerves!
You want it
At the same time don’t want it.
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Posted on February 5, 2016 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
In this mess of the river
I wish to flow
Ranting, crying, fighting
Just to reach to you!
Picture by: Kishor Sharma / Sunkoshi River
In the mess of sensation
You forget yourself
When your cheeks were imprinted
With my lipstick stains
Didn’t you forget yourself?
In those arms with warm embrace
You lose yourself
When you were held so tight
Didn’t you completely lose yourself?
In the mess of anguish, stress and pain
You strive to plant hope
Didn’t you want to water it too?
In the mess of life,
You struggle to find those tiny happiness
Dear, that’s why I smile ((:
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Posted on July 18, 2015 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
An umbrella can be a world sometime~ in sun or in the rain~ Pic Source: Google
Outside was ignored
As we were busy hearing
Each others’ Inside
Rain was a minimal thing
We were indifferent to the world
While hearing only
Each others’ unshared tale
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Posted on April 6, 2015 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Behind you – I silently compose poems in my head-But aren’t we poetry ourselves?
In that pocket
Life is kept safe
More than the wallet
More than the house key
More than anything that’s valuable
There is You ~ my happiness
I call it heart!
Poem 2: Junkiri Nights
Moon was hiding behind that naked Tree
I viber-ed you
The image I managed to capture with phone
There was something I could only capture
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Posted on January 17, 2015 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
You easily enter and exit
Without my consent
And throw away
Your used condoms
Full of semen every where
You don’t care the stone there
Where your wife probably have
Dropped some vermillion on …
You bring your “girl”
She drops her blood…
I remain silent ~ I don’t speak !!!
Sometime later you come with bottles,
Piss on me,
Puke over me,
Spit over me,
Or when you are alone
You ejaculate over me…
Your girl comes to throw away your baby
I can’t babysit
Poor succumbs to death, the very next morning
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Posted on January 14, 2015 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Bead by Bead /With each Heart beat /I chant/ The Mantra of Love / Wishing to reach you (Picture: Google.com)
The sweet symphony
Swings all over me
When you come and touch
The Wind Chimes
Over my head
In the form of wind
While the Vipasyana Vibes
Are flowing erratic
Head to toe, toe to head
Outside Chimes are tinkling
Everywhere ~ inside me ~ you are!
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