Climbing

We tread in life many path
With joys, bliss, peace and scathe.
Though we vary in path in ego and wrath
We tread soft lanes merrily, joyously.

Trodden are all beautiful lanes
Of the heavens and skylines
For our eyes are lost to things
Pleasing to senses,
Sweet, heartfelt and deep.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Worship song lyrics.



Every little thing is yours, Lord,
Every sacred hymn chanted,
Every breath that
pronounces consonant
Of everyday action,
Every bit of stories recited yours, Lord.
Every work that leads to joy,
Every pitch of voice,
Every vowel breathed out,
Every silent susurrus
And silent vocal yours, Lord.
Thy magnanimity calls for Thy name
For it casts spells so profound.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Happy Dr Martin  Luther King Day



Heroes are born with light
With conscience and might
With joys for all and delight
To open a thousand sights.

Heroes are born of truth and vision,
To free the people, nation, to mention
Despite all frontiers and shade
They cross but hard iron gates.

Emancipation proclamation hero Dr king
With all freedom cries chants and sings
The fiascos of our social structure,
Servitude and slavery and torture,

To see hope and glory,
Whatever comes as folly
To free all with the Time’s call
With a pure heart, vivid mind and soul.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Peace

Unknown maybe to you how life be at ease,
Unless you put all things aside, call life a peace.
Unknowingly do you aspire to many things,
But first, in the run long, everything peace brings.

Peace of body, mind, and soul is the first step
Which is so real to make good life, I bet.
Peace and ease come at the same time
When both are given life to, they make unclouded clime.

Peace is sustained all over, first thing is giving it a  rise to,
And thinking to make it at your fingertips all through.
Peace is the most essential of living a life delightful,
May it create all that’s worth counting and beautiful.

Copyright:  Welkin Siskin

Time



Wherefrom did the time evolve
That our logic does not solve!
Where did it come to face
The time that had it debased.

Does the time bring itself to a close,
And with its light, spirited and lively bright glows
Ever and always let us experience bright,
Going afar with its dark, can it always be light;

In the eyes of many, will it stand as mosaic
And produce many patterns, and be poetic.
In the frigid drizzle of life, will it be a shade,
And with it summer solstice ever fades?

For the tides of summer ever create perspiring heat,
Will it all the way summer devour and beat?

For the time is what creates fuss and fluster
Let the dreadful hours go, let it not scare.


Time is such a ghost that loses its temper
And we are tempted for bad deeds, and lured.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Love

Love many times, merely go unsung,
Though the heart ever longs
             The choir inside of it
To sing good action and deed

Love fades out and dies not in torment
But in not revealing through the heart,
And not in sorrows does love die, it is in ferment.

Through articulate words, not the absence of the heart,
Does one, in the long run, such love imparts.
Not revealing through the heart,
And letting sorrows, not for good depart.

Create a deep love web, that’s genuine,
And one can mentor him and can he learn.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin

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