Dream

Anyone knows to have mind’s dream
But no dream is feasible without scream,
Scream of yonder and today mingle,
To cast aside all darkness and dull.

To dream with the subjective is marring
For the progress is impeding,
Impending like anything fake,
No fun to dance and deck.

No life of money, no cigars at hand
Life without money, life of sand,
Heap piling over and over of dream;
No life is feasible without scream.

No life is feasible without scream
No socks and shoes, no ice-cream,
Nothing to eye at things with delight
Ferrari, yacht, riding all but on sight.

No life without man’s sacred dream,
No life is there without silent scream.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Oh, The Maker!

Where pansophy sprouts as the  fullness of gospel, endless;

Where avidity blooms in the cold frame of nature,

Where ties of blood nurture benevolence and roof of philanthropic vision,

Where the galaxy of  whole slew of stars glitter beyond all bounds,

Where sprinkles purl with the diapason of its singing,
Where the soil rises in joy of profligacy of its abundance,
Where soul inhales heavens of purity,
Where heart shoots ahead of all falsehood and sings
The paean of embellished philosophy,
Where eyes expand for goodwill and  wishes,
And heavenly blessedness,
Those things befall all
Through your creation, Oh, the Maker!

Copyright : Welkin Siskin

Wish you merry Christmas Month

Born in Bethlehem He rose,
Tho’ time fleets and goes,
He resides in every heart
Until man his earthly fate parts.

Jesus is God, heavenly Father
Who clears out our smother-
Smother of Ignorance and dark
For the lord’s name we hark.

Hark in silence and sleep
In the sacred, peaceful deep
Of our thought; our lord is true-
No stories of sham, fascade or rue

But of the calling of the heaven
To purify our untoward lanes
Of life lost in wondering
With purity pouring.

Love the lord and singsong
With heart and soul that longs
Divine sound and sacred psalm
For the lord’s name is balm.

December is his birth year,
In whose name people do not fear,
The Light of the world
He is divine, deep, most perfect of all.

The divine is felt yet with silence
For something triggers hence
In silence to undergo Lord
To be in our sacred heart.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin

Love (song lyrics)



Love through the heart and the soul
And with beauty of feelings dwell;
Cast aside all sadness and acridity,
And drift like drafts in love invisibly.

For love is pure and sublime
Worth millions a dime;
Love takes victory over in life,
And thus forever make it revived.

Love soulfully and heartily,
Fly and then drifting sweetly
In space beyond here,
In heavens above there.

Love until death and still more
Counting all good score;
Love deep and unremittingly—
Everlastingly, everlastingly, everlastingly.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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