Isha Chandaliya's blog

And there you arrive The room you lived in  Feels part of a  personal guest house The mirror you made faces in Refuses to recognise around Your favorite mug  and cutlery  now a homebound  luxury Each time you glance at those  Framed photos Time is money Warns invisible robo(t) On the other side Dear homies You want me to grow Without letting me go Not fair  Important to know You letting a human Wildest of all in a home closed, shut Why home? Behaving such? Look at nature yaar Even the rose  Detaches itself After blooming  from a closed bud With no ifs and buts Nutrition enriched Values bag filled Memories at the handtips You have to be willing  To let go And then  Lend a friendly let-in Cause seeking Is essential Taught you therein Pic:Google images                  ...

When you are in a concert And the whole stadium Is on one frequency The frequency of  the singer's melody The emotions that Lyricist felt in his own life Now ,every one swims  through parallelly They twirl you in nostalgia head to toe fast,quick and slow What power they hold How the love they store In musical notes! you belong in  trance In your metaphoric boats force you to recall your friend and foe your life moments which  have your hallmark but damn you hold another key while singers put a lock on that jiffy, by each melody's blow  to be present enough is where the magic coincides  to sum up,the gist  rightfully breathe Every moment, soak in every beam. Audio :Isha Chandlliya                                                     ...

Your thumb scrolled Miles And you didn't  notice, Screen was treadmill For the tiny Where it in/voluntarily exercised People! Empathise! The high definition graphics The tip tap of zooming In and out You gave tough thumping To open a new ground (tab) Have seen so much In  gorilla glass cage  been many places put it on cloud for ages Texted your conversation out Read the globe Obviously your eyes  are now sore These places lit up curiosity With a need to be satiated, to consume every article's count Rapidly partial to thumb alone? Give some morning time To all 206 bones  Ain't less is more?! Hit subscribe at the top of the page.  Hit share, make a wish/prayer. Pic courtesy:Google Images

Let's send her to A wealthy house Struggle would be To keep a balanced mind When you have plush bank accounts Struggle,you go along Let's send her to A pauper's home Struggle would be To find two days meal But give her a loving family indeed Struggle, you go along Let's send her to a common working class fam Struggle would be To come out of mediocrity But give her lots of helpful hands Struggle, you go along Let's send her to a priest's house Struggle would be To find sense of self,  out of doubt When already so much  is imposed upon But give her  a beautiful face, spot on Struggle, you go along Let's send her to a single parent's house Struggle would be to Come out of limited beliefs Of how her future would  come to be But give her confidence, great enthusiasm, and zeal Struggle, you go along Each time struggle chooses A different outfit As you see According...

Due to digicams photos have crisp clarity But less hard copies Retained,consequently Isn't that the reflex of what we are Isn't every act a quick window to all the rooms of personality Walks are faster destination is hazy no doubt we are closer To self, are we? I Do see the pros of both era with the hope  to merge  the best of both And Likewise, to capture smiles 100 times brighter with the same fragrance of looking back at it , in paper Hit subscribe at the top of the page. 

Are we nothing but probabilities Each one of us has many dreams or one Let that outcome be unity And when we achieve a fraction towards it That is the value assigned to us A part of the unity Maybe that is the reason Intellectuals have boasted When you achieve your dreams You become one with the universe Oh my! Is that it?! Isha Chandlliya

Truth came by, knocked the door Not comfortable to invite it in You let it stay closed Stubborn hearted, it payed a visit again You are losing, it roared Neither could you stand it Nor you could fight Just let it remain in your sight But not out of mind During the set of 365 days, It often pays you a visit The day you let it in You win, and on the other days Well that's a comfort-zoned inn!    - Isha Chandlliya