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