All man is though the orb of night,
In the thicket of time he loses sight;
All man a placid, cloudless wind
A continence’s smirk and grin.
All man must however smooch callous death,
That’s the tale, that’s man’s fate.
With cranky face and rolling tear,
Lost things hurt us as anything severe.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Singsonging Life
Man sings through the heart
For man a singsong bird,
Singing day in and day out,
No whisper, ho hiss, no mumble but loud,
Songs of freedom and the songs of everyday,
From teenage impatient to childhood game on hay,
Singing merrily all the sorrow and delight
Singing all the good of a brighter side,
Singing all the rhymes and rhythm,
Singing of man’s portion and crumb,
Singing sweetness and singing bitterness.
Life is like this for all, guess.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Love Song (lyrics)
Nestle in love
And always in love rove
Far and wide in wandering
Always deeply, pensively singing
Love as the trust gift of Lord;
And far in the sky to dart
And deep in the sadness to sing
The heart and the soul link
Together as one soul
With one, single goal:
To live but for all time,
To create but placid clime.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Fall
Leaflets grow
And thus has come Fall
Befalling unto us,
Blessing us
Bestowing upon us
The rustling sound of music.
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Age and Time
I reimagined life, the day before yesterday,
though the eyes of a child
And found it blissful.
I recalled playing with streaks of color, a tiny bag sewed of clothings
to put marbles, swimming in ponds and rivers, a kind of an unending
Walk into the crop fields and forests, playgrounds and yards;
I never had to walk for an Adidas,
Neither Puma nor Seahawks.
Life, then, was nothing but a Cherub’s one: pure in form, lost in the world of bliss, an honestly open, guileless life.
I reimagined life, yesterday,
through the eyes of a teenager
And found it exciting.
I recalled impatience approached as a state between the dark and the bright.
Sometimes, life set into tune the musicality of fun,
Sometimes, overwhelmed by passion life flowed over the edge of etiquettes, societal wants and morale.
I reimagined life, now,
this youthful age
And find it merely a struggle for existence.
Toppled over by everyday job,
Life finds it hard to get over with it’s challenges, the simplest of dreams unfulfilled at the mere need for a living,
the loss of an eye’s unbounded quest.
And thus, I hear, through the eyes of an octogenarian the cycle
Goes bottom to top,
For life, perhaps, wishes a life once more to prevail.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Brevity, Life and Time
With our sense of proportion,
With the knowledge we possess,
We shall never have perceived
the cruciality of this mortal form – the beauty of our life in its totality: the greatness it’s retained,
mystery unlike anything else.
With time passing,
with our age moving forward,
we shall have only undergone it,
Witnessed it gone through stages
Bewildered between Time and Space.
In the brains of ours,
there will have been books unwritten,
To know, unfulfilled yearnings
Will have been added one after another,
There will have been scars left
Of Time failed to care for properly;
Repentance shan’t have cleansed our imperfect heart – there shall be
A deep hollow at the very hub of our heart.
With transience of time,
We shall have recalled the grandeur of being a Human,
the brevity of life, the way we acted with fellow humans,
And slowly, we shall have parted ways with each other
To an unknown destiny.
Live and Let Live!
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Otherworldly (song lyrics)
Your sanctified benedictions,
The language of honor,
Effects so impassioned on senses
smother me in wonders !
I shall cross my heart today.
You know,
The sweetness you own,
A cherry laurel hides it’s beauty.
The Moon shining, the
planetoids
outstretched through the nights
sequester themselves behind clouds
dampen spirit and sadden.
Everything recedes and distresses.
I write what I can’t truly stack up
Against anything and agree.
Your beauty outrivals thoughts;
the mind flitted though the mysterious
dazes and faints.
I am sent somewhere
Into the main of your
beauty
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
A Little Bit
When you wander through the forest,
Outside on open bushy yards
Saunter like a wanderer,
In the last phase of dusk,
Merely with rustles of leaves
Spreading across the pathways
Somewhere inside you
Brings something,
If a length of umbrage
Moving over the mirage frolicking
Night devoured by the ebb of light
Brings you something,
With disentangled winds flattering
like the Spring aspen leaves
Your heart feels something,
For instance, a stranger,
Or some mouth-opened
covetous creatures, some demons,
ghosts or something similar approaching,
you are scared to death;
The brain begets extra-terrestrial creature.
Is this the spite of Nature,
Or some feelings touching human psyche?
Ah! Humans set in motion
by socio-cultural phenomena.
Life is felt but a chemistry of cerebrum;
Cerebrum is felt
a new-born of ignorance;
Ignorance is felt
a begetter of human;
Human is felt
A child of unknown pro-creator.
Welkin Siskin
Sweet Home
A good home is seen
With no faults and foibles, and no din;
No ideas bereft of sunshine
Where each one with happier mood dine.
A good home is viewed as love
Fallen from the heavens above;
A sweet home a lively finish
Of a song that in dark doesn’t vanish.
A sweet home heart made,
Lively and perfectly it does beget
More as love with gold and pearl
With the connection made of soul.
A sweet home of love and fervor,
A truly beautiful to undergo and not severed
Into halves; a way home is a journey
Of beauty and sublimity.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Happy Deepawali
May you do wonders and miracles,
Ignite thy heart, body, mind and soul
With triumphant vow,
And seeds of undying love sow.
Deepawali comes as the symbol of light,
Create vogue and celebrate, do not lose sight.
Play the lights, and then delight
Play yet seek and hide.
A victory over dark,
A heavens of blindness that lurks,
Journey to the Truth, a fervor embark.
Sing. Rejoice. Play. Swing. Dart.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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