Redolence of Love

You spread pleasing redolence of love

Over the space of my bedchamber;

I, sometime feel like breathing in

The sweetener of aloes wood fragrance;

Sometime, I smell it

Like the perfume of a bay rum plant

Of the Caribbean region;

Sometime, I smell it like the scented pulvil

Finely ground with colors of thing;

Sometimes, I smell it like the perfume of Arabia;

Sometime like the perfume

Of a pear-shaped orange

Of a Mediterranean

tree;

Sometime like the fragrance of the bulbous plant,

Sometime as the fragrant orange blossom

Of the Magnolia family.

It is still fresh,

It is still sweet and pleasing.

Your appearance in my room

Brings the au-bade

Of morning sunrise,

And it echoes in my room.

It comes ever like the memoirs of golden childhood.

At evenings, it sends the tweets and chirps

Of animals and birds redounding through

the net-windows of my room.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Naivety

Naive are those who have never understood
      the con of ego,
And naive are those that create foe;
When the moment is fleeting
And hours dying, and times dwindling,
And with each fraction of a second,
Each wink of an eye, a dark lane
Is being formed; we wither
And in the dark like a smother.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Extraordinary

We break into pieces
In the bestowal
by the eternity of things,
And yet lead this life, half-hollow and
half-witted.
We display visions of eternity
And knell down not understanding
the true nature of our being.
It all begun on that day
When we could find not what is all
about the truth that
would someday set us
free from the world;
It became dream, it became pipe dream,
it became a daydream, it
  became hope someday.

Copyright :Welkin Siskin

Childhood

With the frigid winter breeze,
Comes the tide of childhood wheeze.
Born to never die as a darting flicker,
As some untold fable, childhood lingers
In the distant inwards of memories, and folks
To touch every corner, every recess of the soul.
Touch this soul with the season’s greetings,
Call upon this life with the warmth of feelings,
Bless all that come now and then as such figure
With every beauty of heart—with love, curiosity and power.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Dream

What can life be rely on us
For the string of life we fret,
What can life be rely on us
For the boat of life we steer.
And thus the dream is.
What could dreams of life be
And how could it be attained rely on us.
Sometimes do the tears flow
And sometimes do the tears of joy flow.
Life as dream is is a bittersweet chapter we all undergo.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Childhood (song lyrics)



In childhood we play double Dutch
Pure life cherished, led by luck;
Conjured up ever in mind are those days,—
No hurry, no worries, no heed, no Time’s behest.

Time elapsed by roller coasters,
Watching fishing and picking oysters
Go by with each day fun
Until days come to a close, until done.

Time is brutal— it steals man’s fate,
His very making days, his pearly gate.
His tidal waves are lost to the sands of time
His park-fun and joys, lost are his rhymes.

It is evening to think man is pure
For when childhood goes by life is Impatience for sure,
Been in the ugly eddy of time
To create a sonorous chime.

Do not take, O Time, the best of days,
Time of hide and seek as he waylays
Playing in the bushes and park
In the arboretum and yard and until the dark.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Thought

Deep in thought
the night is lapsing into.
The wind swept leaves
Murmur around this close extant.
I recall days of sweet songs and fun,
The days left but in the dairy of the mind.

Void our human stories,
They reminiscence of time
Bitter more often than not.

hey are ingrained tales of sorrow and longing.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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