CHANDRIKA WROTE

CATCHING FIRE

I got a dream, standing on the edge
I stopped a scream escaping the ledge
I jumped and tried to reach the sky
I fell on my face, learning to fly
For I sure have wings, only don’t know how to employ
I sure have a heart to dare life’s ploy
For I am a fish with flying dreams
I am the water capturing sunbeam
In my thoughts and In my desire
I am the one who’ll catch the fire!

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My Thoughts

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I HAD a dream, I stood on the edge

Whooped in joy as I left the ledge

Touched the stars as I reached for the sky

the wind I am, with the birds I fly

With wings in my ‘chute and joy in my heart

Victory my soul, my life’s part

Failures my ‘board, to spring me ever higher

a soldier I am, all thee know we ne’er tire

Fire is my energy

Efforts it imparts synergy

Resides in my belly, and not some dark alley

the survivor I am, storms I ride in galley

In my thoughts and actions, I know I will win

God’s hand, rudders my fin

Life my book, as I labour with my pen

a humble soul I am, striving to be a gem

CHANDRIKA KALIA WROTE


QUEST
She was sitting alone in a deserted field
Her face was cloaked and eyes concealed
I called her name, a lovely dame
She looked at me with eyes full of pain
I asked her, what made you cry,
Who made your lovely eyes run dry?
Is there something I can do?
Find something lost to you?
She glanced at me and said
I am just miserable cause I have a grudge
Life has always been a lonely trudge
Where is the love, which I dream?
Where is someone to hold when I scream?
And I looked at her perplexed
For the same questions have me vexed
Is it always that you live alone?
Or you find someone of your own
For I am still searching the meaning of my life
How will I ever overcome this strife?
Will time be the best healer?
Or will it be the biggest stealer
So let these questions be forsaken
For the quest of life never be mistaken!


I WROTE


FOR QUEST
Sitting alone on a deserted floor
What you saw was not a tortured soul
Life is but just a mirror
Time nothing but a seer

What you saw was a saint
Teaching you, that life, is not quaint

For all your actions cause reactions
And so is true for all inactions
All cause wheels of time to revolve
Giving us a chance to evolve

What you saw were prayers
Asking you to shed your airs

For life’s a leveller
Investments it returns to all the travellers
So invest your efforts with empathy
And stop looking for sympathy

What you saw was an attitude
Need to fill you with fortitude

For life should spell action
Be prepared, but not afraid of reaction
Guide your daily deeds with love
And see it returned by some

What you saw was not a Quest
A mirage of life’s smirk as a jest

For quest is a mission
Positive action, soul for successful culmination
Sitting, alone, with a grudge
Would make your life a lonely trudge

What saw you were dark clouds
Silver lining was missed, though aloud

For a grudge implies you once had friends
all you need is to make some amends
Dreams imply that you once had hope
action required to achieve their scope

What you saw as a lovely dame
Was God’s angel with an aim

For life’s meaning they came to teach
Action and Empathy the message they preach
Improve your own faults to win all tests
All said and done for you are the best.

CHANDRIKA KALIA WROTE

I saw a man with a laggard pace

Curly hair and a haggard face

He had tired eyes and stooped back

But his hand still working with a complete knack

Guess he had a duty and a creed

He had a lucky few to feed

He found his joy in his pain

He didn’t let the tears go in vain

He told me,

Life ain’t easy is what he believed

For he always smiled and never grieved

So I too replied with a smile

“I believe in your hopes and your beguile

The journey of your life will be worthwhile

Just live your dreams and follow your heart

For you have won a battle very well fought!!”

MY REPLY

A battle well fought

is an award always sought

For appreciating rewards are few

under god’s creative hew

Our senses & abilities

that we call capabilities

A gift from the almighty God

arms us, to fight our difficult odds

Life is a gift, for that’s what we know

thanks for that, are daily seeds that we ought sow

Family our treasure

which makes every difficulty a pleasure

Not a duty to a creed

but a joy to water the seed

Laggard pace, haggard face and wrinkled lines

nothing but a reminder of the lovely smiles

So lets bow our head in thanks

and drop the sad sounding pranks

Soar with your dreams

and don’t worry about the screams

For God’s safety net

friends and family, are always there for everyone’s pet