hello, i am Sayoni.. a bengali girl...
my sole inspiration for poems comes from nature and my innermost feelings... what i adore, what i hate, what i suffer all comes out automatically through my pen! !
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JENIE FRANKSAY Poems
Smiles & Scars
i cursed god for my fate, i cursed myself for being always late. i hated god for giving me tears, i hated myself for living in fears.
I see you slowly, Moving away from my glance. Far, far away, thats why I sing the farewell trance.
I Have Learnt To Live
it took late a bit. from whom it doesnt matter much. now i know,
Sorry & Thank You
sorry that i gave lovely glances to you everyday. sorry
Back To Me
its the ultimate day. i haven't imagined that our friendship will end this way. you said 'its end'.
as a child i used to think, what would i be when i grow up? i asked daddy.
Why Be 'The Next'?
in life we get compliments. feedbacks and comments. they vary. make us sad or happy.
The moon is up there. Shining so bright. I just stand and stare such a beautiful sight.
when i will be dead, tears they'll shed. on the day of funeral, i will start my travel
It Had Begun To Rain
On a blue canvas, few patches of black and grey. thats how the sky is looking today.
WE - the indian girls
we want support we want equality we want opportunity.
I Have Heard
world is beautiful. i have heard world has seven wonders. i have heard
PIECE OF MEMORY
You may refuse, but this is the truth. i was a dream,
Tragedy & Traumas
tragedy never ends. traumas never die. somewhere deep in your heart unnoticed they lie.
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Smiles & Scars
i cursed god for my fate,
i cursed myself for being always late.
i hated god for giving me tears,
i hated myself for living in fears.
i questioned god 'why such to me? '
i questioned myself 'am i not sturdy? '
my life was doomed in darkness,
without a glimpse of happiness.
as i grew up i came to know,
god is high and me so low.
whatever happened, all had a cause.
so i moved on without pause.
i was changed with life's turns,
as paper into ashes when it burns.
i travelled long, walked with the stars,
realised, life ...