Poems of Welkin Siskin: Series-3

–Welkin Siskin/ Washington, America

1) Wants
For wants pile up and leave us with what we have
And neither can we steer clear of it or shun
To spend life with what you have
Is what gives you pleasure in the long run.
For life is as mundane and pointless as it can be
When things cannot come your ways,
Life can take over thee
If thou make no careful choice.

2) Stolen Time
Tho’ I squeal at the hands of time,
Tho’ I bit by bit shudder,
And as empty as a hollow
I dwell waiting for a pilfered time
Squeezed out of the hands of eternity.
For life is hope beautified by time,
And hope is what a hungered mind seeks,
I am a human with the light
At the end of tunnel.

3) Nobler Ways
All nobler ways are but of the virtuous,
And so the culminations had.
All the good deeds are of the pious
Who with extensive meditations shun bad habits.
Impermanence of things strike us
And beneath the furrow of dwelling
They cast light at the end of tunnel.
The heart never in love fail
And souls do in love deepen
And furrowed with dreams do they trail
And not do they fade until the time given.

4) Moments
Moments are like shadows:
when they come up
with the dark after the brightness
of a day, closer and faint,
they, too, fade out.
Moments are like the spinning
Of a roulette, fast and going,
When they strike the tilted circular track
Of time, it’s done.
Moments are billows of clouds,
Vastly imagined, cherished, beheld, tended,
Yet with the sun’s passing fading in no time.

5) In the Dusk
The air sways around in the dusk
And the wind gently strikes living and non living beings
The poet in this atmosphere lost
Spills out inks.
The sun, hidden behind the clouds, bit by bit fades,
The scattered part of the clouds seem floating
The earth a relishing home beget
And the beach makes amazing boating.
The fisherman goes to fish, and the tourist
to behold the relishing landscape,
And, therefore, a poet get the gist
Out of where things could make an escape
To embolden his pen.

6) Doors of Our Ways
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.

7) 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.

8) Journey A self Embarkment
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.

9) We Are Unique
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.

10) Lettering Poetry
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.