Nature

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 the sting out of dullness.

What a Maker that is

Whose strength is beyond words to articulate?
That has given rise to you,

Whose beauty hums like the bees

At the corner of a plafond!
Copyright : Welkin  Siskin

Picture

Something triggers and you take a snapshot,
Tho’ far seemingly is man’s lot
Tugged beneath shreds and shadow
Whatever life is, it is  beautiful though 

A picture of lifetime shall flashback
Even when the mortal frame goes back
To the main and lode, and it shall bid parting;
All pictures shall be lasting.

Life is good,
Seeking after and meeting not
The dreams cherished by the heart,
The unending quest of eyes
Though seemingly further lies,

Life yet goes on counting blessings
And the soul and heart links.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Love (song lyrics)



Give your love ample
Of the pulse and the soul,
Cardiac, true and genuine
To make me sanguine.

Bestow heaven-born love,
Love fallen from above
Sweet, touching and fair
Always pleasing and dear

Bestow love deep and soulful
To cast off anything doleful.
To live for all hour together
To be together and heartily be lured.

Bestow the star, the moon and sun
Silent, placid and sacred lawn
As tryst to dwell forever
To live for ever and ever.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin

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