Love and Life, Nature and Poet-3
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vision.
He believes that poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
(I)
A love that extends over, rise and shine is never as transient as the
wilting of spring foliages.
It is a fervid love,
A love never ending,
A love that heart breaths in
accent of well-pitched rhythm,
of the kingdom come.
Serene and sweet.
I leave my memories to at
the void of mind.
Nothing fills up the emptiness
but you.
Thus bestow me all that you retain
I shall give you soulful love.
(II)
In life that which you seek is hard to discover.
For hard part is what you cannot achieve though simple toil,
Life be made a toil
To surpass all barriers and
Chapter and verses.
(III)
If love was merely what one seeks he would have faltered not
To smooch the twilight rainbows.
If hate would be his way, he would lose the very essence of life—love.
(IV)
You give me radiant glow of time,
You take me to the stars.
My serendipities are in thy palms
to please me with thy love, my love
Why should you leave
in the lurch
If all these crazes
are bound to satiate you?
Why should you throw over
love the sacred rapture of joy?
Why should you cast aside
Love if it’s the ultimate goal?
(V)
Some utter words
to say life as a dream,
some say life is a purling ocean,
some say life’s a bird soaring in the skies.
Ask me no more, if life is a pain,
ask me no more, if life is a joy.
For life begets life,
For life begets all the stars of nights,
Life is a fulfillment that never fulfills
that easily as a dream.
(VI)
To witness the love
borne from purity,
borne to enrapture,
borne to take pleasure in,
we ask for its worth.
Love is a pure slate
that glitters
but in the blend
of joy and tending.
(VII)
Where there is love
grown to sustain all,
To leave no scars of heart,
There’s a full grown hope.
Where there is passion
mingled with hope there is a full-grown dream.
(VIII)
Within my time shall I to thy name paint, a picture of immortal frame;
Thou art beauty’s wand who catches sights of all.
From where all things evolved
Thou art a lode of life.
(IX)
What is a gift today withers tomorrow;
Come; let’s seek what is today’s gift,
A love held to be passionate.
(X)
To uncover meanings in the meaningless,
To uncover truths in the untrue,
To seize the moments at hand,
Is the strength of a man .
(XI)
A slip of love’s hands
was to forbade the beginning of love.
I doubted that love
was but heinous a sin
Nor did I sway away
from its vastness.
For love would scathe not,
For love would bear torment not,
I began with love as a sole purpose.
(XII)
Thou art the Master I bow
to care as always with utter caution, who
leads me to the path of perfection
Ever; thou art the unending
beckon of light,
The cynosure of delight
I take pride in
To uncover the bliss of life.
(XIII)
You divest the meaning thus—
If you wish for what is not there.
The meaningfulness of things
Are found in wishes what’s not lost
From the inner depths of yours.
(XIV)
Whisper to me
Through the lips of pine
Oh wind, a sentence so divine:
“I love you”.
Let me carry through my vein
Across the body to my sense
The language so soft.
(XV)
Myriads of fancy I weave
To discover what is not from my being
To simply be forgotten like nightly dreams.
(XVI)
Constellations streak across
the meteoroid-burst night,
A shade of bright dark
Is laid over the ceiling,
The earful of air
extricate from the thick
of trees, leafy boughs
laden with night flowers.
The beauteous part of the day
is dropped to the lowest
of dreadfulness.
(XVII)
He who has known God is the one who’s known nothing about Him___who is innocent, naive to know his surroundings, and who lives life of positive actions.
(XVIII)
Where is the fount from where thou art composed
these eager senses die to meet?
(IXX)
I crave for the formless, unseen, untouched and the untold
To find beauty in them.
(XX)
I aspire to that day when I was born
That day where my eyes were closed and the heart was open to dance.
(XXI)
Love lasting forever
Shall I as indispensable plume
of frosty breaths bestow
you,
Oblige me by no words,
Not veneer,
By truth alone.
(XXII)
There was not a shred of hint
Never as one might wonder
A tiny trace of suspicion
Not a mistake slightly known
Nor a voice faintly heard
On how things could turn upside down.
(XXIII)
These remaining joys
I shall bestow you forever.
Should I falter in distress
enduring?
For God’s sake love me to eternity
I shall at all times lavish
On you these fragments
of me, myself and my being.
(XXIV)
I sought nothing I wished for than you,
With a thought of binding love,
A hope that would never divest
me from untold love-
purest as heaven,
sublimest as things never met,
Ah! But as a dream befalling every now and then,
no love is enduring
To content the whit of thirst.
(XXV)
In figments of imagination,
strolling,
In the deep of night,
I travel
with the drifter winds;
Like the wind itself
the life’s fleeting;
Fleeting like dust
I travel to every corner of the earth
In space and time