Chorus of Life


Where is a refrain that sings the sooth,
Whether one wave was behind, slow or smooth
That we are a confluence gathered from a single fount
That everything proves- our combinations, our forms—no doubt!

Where is the truth that binds us,
That is lost since a long, uncovered?
Where is the knowledge that is lost
By one’s ignorance, discovered?

Let us get together- you and I,
To find the place where no humanity ends,
Where peace flourishes and love never dies,
Where one heart meets the other and links the heart
As own; as the part and parcel of oneself!

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Dream

Put your dreams by not

The tower of strength falls,

A bleak symbol of dark

Stands by the way of your time,

And fade all the colors of life thus.

It is ambivalent as human

To be at the edge of doubt

But tomorrow is not precarious,

the time approaches by soon.

Be bold and persistent to work

Hard as well as any great one has,

To reach the unreachable.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Assuaging Hours

The sandwich month is over,
And the man is gonna stay sober
Across the planet for sometimes
As they prepare for up coming festival, sometimes.

The tree blossoms with red,
And as the day fades,
It seems yet captivating behind the yard,
Making environs glad and freshening the lad.

Diwali is coming to know door,
And then man is gonna rock floor
Joyously, and then count the year score,
And cut capers and then dart and soar.

As December knocks the Christmas comes,
And the man truly, truly becomes,
Something with jingles, hallelujah and Carol,
And as always love to live by his own soul.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Transience

Our sojourn should make us love
From the heart, with light not cast off;
It should let us undergo our divine heart,
And chanting love make us depart.

Our fragile frame should make us love,
Seeking light, casting off cries and sob;
It should make us feel transience is gliding,
To make us love with heart deepening.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Human Gaga

We leave traces of gold
And bittersweet epoch and saga,
Our hearts even though bruised and sold
To the winds, we are verve, and human gaga.

We are unbeatable rhythm of today and morrow,
For we aim at though we sorrow
In transience and lasting;
Our longings a composed inkling.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Omen

The feline ever it crossing my path,
And rufous grey hounds in ugly bath,
And crows throughout in rough and hoarse cry,
Making the enthralling pulchritude all dry.
I know not what these omens are
For this mind doesn’t need for;
May be a despair’s sign it is, maybe a good luck.
But I dream that these signs
really turns out to be good.
Copyright: welkin siskin

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