Biography of joana bluementhal
Joana was born at kanpur but brought up at kolkata, India.She is cheerful by nature and believes in making friends.She enjoys the company of people but likes to spend some time alone pondering about more sensitive issues.She is sensitive and sentimental.She wants to be a gynacologist when she grows up.
joana bluementhal Poems
Today I step into a new world, old memories to you I bid farewell. Today I come out of my shell, hidden pain and dismal thoughts farewell.
I Dare To Dream!
The agony deep inside me fumes, as darkness around me looms. My world is crumbled as it seems, and yet I dare to dream.
I still remember the evening we first met, my heart missed a beat as he began to speak. By his charm and radiance I was truely enchanted, my heart wanted to confess but I was too meek.
The Joy Of Small Things.
With the bloom of flowers, the happiness showers. The babble of kids, Oh! what joy it brings.
A Charred Delight
The flame rips her way through dark, brightening the sullen air with her spark. All acclaim her dazzling light, the fire an emblem of passion and might.
One noon when others were taking a nap, Litttle Susan lay on her mother's lap. The toddler held her rag doll near. as her mummy sat brushing her hair.
The Search For God
I searched for you in every holy place, looked for you in every holy text. The power that has always been there, but failed to find you anywhere.
I Hope This Life Wasn'T Mine!
I am trying to push my tears aside, praying to Him, for sorrows to divide. Frantically I am searching for a shade, though all I see is a razor blade.
Wasn't it just yesterday? hands in hands we walked our way. But today you are nowhere in sight, to tell me that everything is just alright.
One Moment Of A Lifetime..
One moment consumed leisurely in vain, one moment of misery and of pain. One moment of caress, one moment of assault, one moment to perceive and amend my fault.
Cursed I Am..
Cursed I am, into melancholy and gloom. Cursed I am, and I dont know whom to blame.
I Live In The Hope Of Death!
Death is my saviour, and it will someday come to me. It will lead away from grief, and will set me free.
Many times I am in a bubbly mood, daring and sportive as anyone could. I sing and dance and somersault, laugh and play at my own fault.
Song Of Life!
Books and wisdom to a scholar Paints and canvas to a painter Money and wealth to a miser Kindness and alms to a beggar
The Joy Of Small Things.
With the bloom of flowers,
the happiness showers.
The babble of kids,
Oh! what joy it brings.
Twinkly stars at night,
make my day more bright.
Merrier seems my mood,
with echo of the wind.