Isha Chandaliya's blog

Sky is blue Sun can shine My dream world Have hugged tight Will Achieve and then Look back at these lines Smirking wide enough Giving snug smile Am bounded by few wishes May learn from every glitche High tides may come after lows Making stronger For the next blow Preparing to be on toes And then happiness would be straight to the core Till then many un/pleasant surprises are in store Like a dove just soar....soar....soar!

Poetry is not just few lines Sequenced to rhyme It unviels self every time. They say "books are the best friends to most", Poems are my itinary's host. Autobiography silently conveyed Showcased by leafing few pages Love to enclose fervent fantasies Amidst the lines Will keep on writing As the limit is sky It is music to my ears Tune of which I will bear for years It is the kindling fire in winters Joy of being a ten pointer Placating voice of Nightingale A light, God and angel

1. Speechless You don't require to convey everything by medium of words. You share a look at each other, recount the incident and then the room is roaring out of laughter. You don't need to confront what are you feeling;just a glimpse and they know it. 2. Humor   Friends laugh at your jokes but best friends not only understand your PJs rather give their best shot at adding to it. 3. Owl-city  Be it 12.30 or 3 am, you always have someone to share your thoughts and irritate when you are trying hard to get some sleep but sleep seems a distant dream. 4. Ownership  You and your belongings are not yours.They have got a complete right to use your stuffs and yeah they don't even bother to notify you once even if the whole day you run frantically searching for it. 5.You too! You do crazy stuffs and think that no one else can wonder the same and pat comes the reply "oh you too!". 6.First in thought You have got some news th...

You will be left muffled when you ask  yourself the question why am I doing what I am doing.Try this yourself at each stage of life  and you will be filled with wonder. And if you don't get any answers then you better sneak out from what you are indulging in. Learning something and pursuing any course just because of the thought 'what will Mr. Sharma and his complete family think?'.Opt out. There is no surity of success on walking the path someone else has shown.Discover on your own.Commit your own mistakes and then fill yourself with pride when you find answers and reach your aim after the process of trial and error. Spending lavishly regularly on things equivalent to a  Starbucks coffee when you know the real price it should hold .Without any prior thought letting money ooze out just to show you can afford .Opt out. Yes,we earn to spend but unnecessary expenditure is a thing of momentary pleasure.Inculcate the habit of giving whether or not you have...

As you grow emotionally you evolve into a personality possessing the same outer being . You start maturing into a character who understands the fine details of every situation,delicacy of every circumstance.You begin to realize that there is a reason to a person's being and behavior . You stop being judge-mental . You realize that categorizing people after few conversations or sometimes the appearance or attitude alone is futile.there is always an experience , a strong reason attached to one's life which is why they mold themselves. You stop looking for answers .You find luck,coincidences,fate as pure trash.It is like insulting one's hard work of years and then blaming it on some stars.If you are honest with self and your conscience then things will automatically align themselves to fall into your lap.You might have to wait a little longer than usual but don't lose your heart so quick.patience has its rewards..You are glad with things untangled and unanswered.You are ...

#1 Bhor Hui hua sawera Jage fir kuch armaan .. Ugte hue sooraj ki tarah Raat ki khamoshi ki apni hi jagah h Jo din pe likhe Ese shayar ab kaha hain #2 Behtareen alfazo ki aarzoo hain har shayar KO mana Par ye zamaana kadar krta Unhi nacheezo ki Jo un alfazo se chnd kagaaz per shat pratishat ank laate Un alfazo ki nahi Jo kahaaniya bayaan karte Naino me moti le aate

Sports ..game and the fame... Lots of enthusiasm People hooting your name The thrill ...the rush of adrenaline Months of practice Like some stainless steel You can draw a parallel here We the players With numbered jerseys And our refree up there Is keeping accounts Make sure you are good in both defence offence And clear all the rounds Once what happened I am gonna tell On winning the basketball match It rained Seemed like that's our reward For what we all got trained. Good in academics ..that's fine But earn this experience Of sports for lifetime The team spirit...that coming together as one I assure you that's a hell lot of fun.

Ohk so does your hobby make you or you make your hobby ..does your behaviour make you..or you decide your behavior...does the right thing chooses you..or what you decide to do becomes right..do you even have the liberty to choose something..or its already prewritten..if everything is preplanned...then why the hell we have no clue..And even if we get the clue of our call ...why does it have to be always so late..to comprehend..and by mistake if you even could decode it on time..then why do you find no meaning later.how to find the inspiration ...the enthusiasm everyday..Eachday..only the 10000 who could clear it out of the rest thirty lakhs..have a meaningful solution or is their story same as well..or is everyone's story the same...it's just that some are fine better actors than me!-Isha Chandaliya

Who says girls are preferred to boys Still infant girls are killed Thinking they will ruin the toys? Why do the parents not understand? That it is not her fault If she is a girl Let her live Why for own's existence She has to strive? Who knows a day may come When you may feel pride Certainly because of her you will be identified History is filled with such examples Kiran Bedi.....Bachhendri Pal Kalpana Chawla....Saina Nehwal

All what we occupy ourselves is in reaching from a to b Failing to see what lies in between "Oh I have so many tasks to submit before deadline" Have a lecture at nine Will snooze the alarm some nineteen times Free time ...will giggle and then giggle some more Only to disappear later Into our respective homes Even this fun filled routine is so timely tabled That even if you pluck a single flower Whole plant will rupture Don't know but something is amiss Self realization or chuck it Maybe I am making it a hype Or that's all what you can make out of life So please don't be so busy doing nothing That you forget to live through each moment And sanctity of each second

I love the stars They Shine brightest When sky is utter dark I stay up late To watch them fade From ocean's wave to the bank's mud From sunsets to the thunders From Bird's whistle to a pug From them to us From leaves' rustle to a child's mutter From peacock's dance to a melodious drummer From the echo in the mountains To the feelings of pain From the sounds of train To the wheels that remain out of frame From the passenger's whispers To the river rafters From a mother's smile to a father's laughter Nature yells to be heard Acquire a place Sit quite for a while Who knows what you might gain Love even without mentioning any name And gaze becoming a happy soul from insane.