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

Songs

Songs are those
that enrapture you
with all their magic.
They create emotions;
Love, delight, heart and passion
Comes out of their depths.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Poet and Nature

Rippling waves and sounds
And the ocean that knows no bounds,
Are moving from one place to another,
Crossing all  the darkness and smother.

They dance to the music of waves and arcs,
Creating sounds as though they are larks
Singing soulfully in the even-tides
As the sunlight beyond the skyline hides.

A magnificent scene prevails;
the twilight gently into dusk falls.

The heart of a poet then keeps in wait
Until the ship a line of drift and draft of water beget.

Such is the soul of a poet, engaged with the beauty of such things, that it gives birth to beauty and elegance that is plenty.

A poet, thus, before our eyebrows bring
What’s called unending joy; and plays those modern whispers as he pulls the musical string.

Copyright : Welkin Siskin

Time Outside On Snow

Snowflakes around the yard, shrubbery and tendrils,
On the trees, lawn, moutains, dales and hills,
Seems like a day to delight in outside,
Somewhere not to tuck in, somewhere not to hide

But play in the day sweet songs,
That the heart truly longs
Touching pulse, palpitation and chord
Jumping, shouting, frolicking, breaking snout.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Mantra For Life

Discard all that plays foul
Awake eyes of the inner soul;
Purer live thy life at all times
And tread happily all skylines.

Never call all bad happenings and foe
As forever foe; march further and go
To kiss but the zenith of success
Friendship and fun all good, guess!

Touch life with eyes wide awake
And then never falter and sake;
For in eyes of the heart lies truth
To attain all virtue and all good.

Discard forever ego, avarice and hate,
For lives in ego remain forlorn and sad,
Keep eyes of the soul wide open
To learn but all life’s lesson.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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