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The moonlit night squabblesAnd falls out with the extent Of the unseen skylineOf the wilderness.For the wilderness is dark and dismalThe skyline, though faintly lit,Is a never-heard-yet,Never-seen-yet mystic echoOf what our sorrowful planet go through.Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Dare something special And do good with the soul,All that befalls at your door,And then count all score.Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Woke up in the wee hourWith the wind, chilling and fair,Though nightly time seems sourMan must at all costs dare, Dare to dream good and sweet,Dare to feel all good vibeFor life is a good treatTo be grown up and rife. Copyright: Welkin Siskin

In the morning as the wind rushes to and fro,I to the morning air go,Go to see the first blush of the sunAt the backyard lawn. The sun, reddening with light,Catching my stranded sight,The sky, blue and deepSinging birds song sweet.Copyright:,Welkin Siskin

The Red Robin flies and chirp in the yard Touching song, touching inner part of the heart, Singing it bounces back and forth in the wind, The memory of its song yet to rewind In the days to come, To see with nature life become. Copyright:Welkin Siskin

The crane flies on packAnd the sky seems to lackAll that spruces up it’s vastSomeone like this goes to dart In the distant horizon far from hereIn deep dense and thickening lair.Our life similarly voyages from one venue to nextSeeking different culture, different people at best.Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Sing no mournful song everFor we do not dwell forever.Sing the main of eyes and the edge of heart,For we shall die and everything part. Sing of everyday beauty that makes life songful,Sing of everyday little things you do, for joys are soulful. Sing of life, sing of love, sing of truthMake then life attainContinue reading “Sing At All Costs”

You have boundless endowment of the Maker to put into pitch the voice of Nature: a rushing cataract passing with ease through groves and briers, Spring chanting joy imperceptibly moving through the pergola, Murmuring air spurting into the space resulting in through tendrils and shrubbery, Fullness of descant singing like the birds to take theContinue reading “You”

The time gone by comes notThose moments held dear by the heart,Therefore are those days be cherishedWith colors of life be furbished. A tender lad made his dayMolding as the child the clay,A teenage saw fancy deep,Deep as the song so sweet, A youth saw coming up days of workA journey to make and lifeContinue reading “Wistful Moment”

To Thee Thy name I repeatWith true language of heartbeat,In the sleep and before dawnYet in the psalm of the morn. In sadness and sorrow alone not,I pray Thee with my heart,But in all moments I falter and go,So life seems blessed lo!Copyright:Welkin Siskin