Biography of JENIE FRANKSAY
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! !
I hope you will enjoy my poems.
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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.
Back To Me
its the ultimate day. i haven't imagined that our friendship will end this way. you said 'its end'.
For storms may pass over me, but dare 'em, cant stir me. Ages may pass and people may leave, but worth their, cant leave a void.
I Have Learnt To Live
it took late a bit. from whom it doesnt matter much. now i know,
as a child i used to think, what would i be when i grow up? i asked daddy.
Sorry & Thank You
sorry that i gave lovely glances to you everyday. sorry
Why Be 'The Next'?
in life we get compliments. feedbacks and comments. they vary. make us sad or happy.
I see you slowly, Moving away from my glance. Far, far away, thats why I sing the farewell trance.
The moon is up there. Shining so bright. I just stand and stare such a beautiful sight.
The ring with misplaced stone, Your guitar pluck made of bone, Wrappers of chocolates you once gave, And envelopes of friendly exchanges.
We - The Indian Girls
we want support we want equality we want opportunity.
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.
I Have Heard
world is beautiful. i have heard world has seven wonders. i have heard
i had a bad day,
close seemed away.
whats in future,
is the concerned matter.
death or survival,
god knows the answer.
a deadly illness
and life is colorless.
not mine but close one
who is fighting to survive dusk to dawn..
i dont want dollar or roubal,
but just his mere survival.