Posted on January 7, 2016 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
may be more than the words~~ You heard me ~ didn’t you? Pic by: Niraj / Mumbai, India
One day I asked you~Why don’t you call me, text me? You answer~ is that necessary? Then we both laughed~ All we do is remain silent~ just deeply silent that surpasses the voice that needs to heard~because~ I probably don’t know the reason but may be sometimes silences are all that we hear! Especially you and me!
You tell me many times ~ it is through silences~ we talk more~more and more.
It was far away~ the point they met each other in the same color that one could not differentiate them from each other – they were dissolved in each other~ so open! There was the point where sea met the sky. When sky sees finds itself in the sea~ how will it feel? And when all those droplets travel in the form of vapor all the way to reach the sky~how will you feel oh! dear sky? To hold all those droplets and impregnate the clouds and then burst out again to fall in the sea~ how will it feel dear sea ~ to get back yourself that has travelled through the sky? Continue reading
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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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Posted on July 21, 2013 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
Eternally bounded in love — Pic by me somewhere around Patan Durbar Square
The calm eyes
And the warm vibes.
The sheer silence
And the tightened lips…
The sharing of glitzy smile
I saw your teeth for the first time..
And the smile …
It was mischievous then..
Still mischievous when I think of it now
Another round of silence..
The first tête-à-tête
And the words of your witty-ness
Enough to cast a spell of your mischief
Bewitched I feel when you speak and when you don’t as well
Magic of silent naughtiness
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