Poems of Welkin Siskin: Series-1

Welkin Siskin
Washington, America

1) Thought

Our thoughts go like stray winds
In verticals and horizontals
Then they surrounds us with their lament,
Their wrathful and prudent forms
To let us experience life.
Our thoughts are oft storms
That circle us with various phobias:
With fears of life, living and death.
Our thoughts are meadows
Vast and beautiful,
That allow us to sit and gaze through
Their scenic beauty.

2) Pen and the World

When parched sans poetry
Sip a cup of words and see
the world around.
Poetry comes up from your throat
When you through heart devote.
Poetry stirs your feelings to smear the ground of words,
Then afterwards you join them as parts
To let your heart sing.
In myriad of feelings,
Like the broken pieces of things
It comes up and stitches words
With a needle of sentences,
To beautify your art.

3) Respite

Bestow me respite
To hide
All the torments of soul.
Let me reach my goal.
For in respite an aura create,
And a heart and vibes, do not these be a shred
Of time; let me go high
Without a frustrating sigh
To reach where I belong:
A heaven that I long.

4) Frail Hope

Some fragile hope
Some frail thread of dream,
Some hopeful fist of time,
Some dreams of outcome.
From a crudely built portals
Into a world of vastly built doorways,
We enter, we enter, into all
All the doors of our ways

5) To Embark

The moon cannot shine overhead
When it is already late.
To shine in the dark
We must embark
A journey, create one’s own taper.
To create headway,
To make finer way,
Life must cross all that leads to hardship
To steer the wheel of life’s ship.

6) Generation Gap

To discover panacea of life,
to cross intricacies,
we are bound by flesh and blood .
Yet we so are bound by the duties
You and I and in-between
A story stand as a testimony of gap
A story that speaks volumes.

7) To Behold the Vast

Our life a race
To cross fragile frost of tides.
In the mist of race
Fizzle out our life
As a thin layer of rainbow.
Amid the race.
Yet we don’t know the race
When and how it shall go;
Our race goes with many strife,
And yet we pace
And to the furthest we go.
But like the gravity
Twisting out of shape
Space and time,
Our frail being are led to experience
Twisting out of shape.
Like the taper’s light cast is out
As shadows follow,
We follow the brutal spinning of time
That does not assent to behold
The last vestiges of civilization.

8) Dreams

Cells born and cells die
The dream unwinds in the eventide,
The walks are dark,
The dream a song of a lark,
Sweet and ever haunting,
However the light
Of night does not strike,
Nothing kept me from going.
Specter of dreams
Stumbling before him
come,
the language he does not hear,
Its tone he does not feel,
The rhythms of dream he does not hear,
He’s convinced though
that specters are haunting,
devolved upon a person
in the strangest of its sorts.
Dreams are such with broad smiles
And a host of passion,
And to cross all the miles
We must contemplate, know it, and learn.

9) We Shall Win

The paths may vary,
And the desires may swipe
This life into hot water,
But the hardships shall go.
Shudder I not
with the walks, fierce and dreary,
For to go a long way I must cross
The ridges of time.
Let not the tendrils of time entwine me,
Let the frosts of life not suffer,
Let everything becomes light,
Let light comes as hope for this life.

10) Love

Do not delimit love
With short-sightedness,
For love is the hub
Through which life revolves around.
Do not delimit love
For love is the heart of all feelings.
Do not delimit love
For it sustains our life;
For it is aim of passionate mind.
For love is Piety’s another name
As to god same
For it is the truth
Of heart that befalls through conscience.

11) Future
I shall seek that day,
Solid and fully grow,
Where no evil fay
Comes to us; where delights show
Its glad continence.
It is certain to a degree
That falsity comes more to lure us,
But to come up above falsity
I seek for a day won by love,
Divested of the dark.

12) Uncontrollable Hands

Our life a race
To cross fragile frost of tides.
In the mist of race
Fizzle out our life
As a thin layer of rainbow.
Amid the race.
Yet we don’t know the race
When and how it shall go;
Our race goes with many strife,
And yet we pace
And to the furthest we go.
But like the gravity
Twisting out of shape
The space and time,
Our frail being are led to experience
Twisting out of shape.
Like the taper’s light cast out
As shadows follow,
We follow the brutal spinning of time
That does not assent to behold
The last vestiges of civilization.

13) Figments of Dream

In the figments of dream, carried by the gust of tides,
I uncovered life in the form of a balloon-like thing
being buoyant at the rush of breeze.
And all of a sudden I woke up
To behold life as a dreadful thing for hope.
Yet I move like the breeze,
to make it as perpetual as the breeze.

14) We Differ

Each man’s life goes in his way
For each one is a unique entity.
Everything we do today
Exemplifies it; we are else nonentity,
For the beauty of living lies in uniqueness.
To whatever extend we go far
We tend as fellows to embrace humanness
That makes a lively sound of guitar.

(C) Welkin Siskin