Sunita Basnet

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Sunita
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Sunita is a BIM graduate who is absolutely addicted to strong black coffee. She loves rain and is obsessed with the color black. She loves to listen to music ranging from metal to jazz an dhopes to learn at least one musical instrument before she makes her way to heaven. She likes to vent with her words through poetry and more and believes that everything happens for a reason.


  • Finally I got what I wanted from my true lies
    Staggering myself to be at home safely,
    I was reflecting myself through mirrors with bleary eyes.

    I've got a feeling what if tonight is going to be my last night
    Abate was I when I stood in front of my mom
    Playing all those random things in my mind about how I used to fight.

    I just got a new pair of Converse today
    And I love the color.
    But I'm not sure if they will match my uniform
    Or make me look like horror.

    Sinus, headache and back pain...

  • Thoughts came across from morning till late night
    Weirdness followed by willingness reached the height
    While befriending the old couch, I gaped
    Thinking that things could have changed.
    How come I was brushed by a bubbled lie?
    And I'm still wondering, why did I deny...

    Neither have I become abate
    Nor will I ever abdicate
    But this bewilderment about my decision has still not gone
    And, in the wake of a silent scream, I found myself lost in oblivion
    Jactating with the hopeless dream, I was left high and dry
    Wondering all over again, why did I deny...

    Standing on the watch in the light
    I fear of finding myself pass as a watch in the night
    Climbing high up in the melancholy hill
    Half of my heart says to stay beyond the veil
    But the other half of my heart says why!
    Making me wonder again about why did I deny…

    Never had I realised that a girl on the tick like me could be late
    Making myself wait with a wishful thinking that fate will change.
    Lots of things unsaid, undone that they do matter,
    But now, when time has already passed by, I can't afford to say better late than never
    Here I am standing feeble somewhere along the way
    Abstruse it is, to let myself know why did I deny...