Ups and Downs
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
1. Ups and Downs
Does come an imperfect situation
And does come the loveliest of time, both,
And thus I define life:
”A walk between joy and despair”.
So far before I think,
So long before I go
I am reminded of this fact
And I toil in the midst of these facts
so
Being a valor, the mind of vision,
A heart of caution, a spirit of persistence—
A purest will thus and a flame I am, and I shall spark
Amid the cold frame of nature.
2. Alchemy of Imagination
It is somewhat a reflection of mind, this labyrinth of thin-to-thick
idea sort out as the remedy
from within the to-and-fro
counteraction of active thoughts.
Orange-curled fern-like bones
till break form the fossils;
this maze of the world’s a journey,
An alchemy of imagination.
Hard I try, harder it seem
to develop a headway
to uncover a journey
ignoring one, following the other.
3. Continued Search
Weakened from age, at the edge of time
We move seeking for the essence of life,
And paint hues of the chime
To discover if life would dive
In the trench of beauty.
We learn and unlearn, manage our souls,
And go through many walks
And in this seeking we walk with our goals,
And at times we go out of our talks.
Life is a battle of minds.
Life is something that darkens, and something that shines.
4. Independent Day ( July 4th)
Sky scattered with various hues
The flamboyant rustic music does play,
The nightly hour in a graceful way goes,
Making a dramatically fantastic way.
The smell of outdoor kitchen,
The gathering of folks—
From workers at the fields to bureaucrats from the office come,
Dance with the rhythm being a single soul.
The firecrackers blaze at the night
And a constellation of joy prevail
In the meadows.
5. Happy Independence Day( 4th of July)
Sparklers and streak of light
Distant, gathering stars like motes of dazzle
For an eye,
The extent of red and blue and green bright
Over the sky on the Fourth of July fly.
Children and teenagers, adult and the old
Who stand audacious and valiantly bold
Get together to celebrate the day of victory
That’s given rise to a fresh beginning, a New Age!
To extol forbears’ sacrifice and bravery,
The motto the land of the free and the brave,
In one voice with spirits high and a stars-spangled flag free
Flatters in triumphs, in jubilation, in honor and glory!
6. Imagination
Some good times some bad
But we ain’t okay with that
As life is desirous of things
And florets of fancy could in no time dwindle, methinks.
You cross the seventh heaven
Crossing it through imagination;
And merits you, as anyone, gain
And many a lesson learn.
With hours, as air, our length of fancy goes
And we falter in our desire to achieve;
Our fancies are friends sometimes, sometimes foes;
We must with this imagining yet live;
Our florets of fancy yet hurt yet haunt
We enjoy the time yet with fun
Imagining various stuff.
7. Fancy
I fancy things around me
And do I wish it be a reality.
A fickle passion throws a curve at me.
I’ve now stirred from the nights of hush
In the euphonies of your worshipful
breaths of love.
I sing the rhythm on this mournful
Strangeness fairly because you have chorused throughout the song with indelible sweetness of love.
8. Imagination (ii)
Imagination does want to swing
In the undercroft of things,
And needless to mention does it constantly flow
To uncover what’s called a glow.
To lay hands on and hang onto fancy,
To fancy for whatever could truly be,
Perchance to smooch the light in darkness
Or conceal thee from sadness,
Perchance thou fancy things to kiss the stars, moon or the sun,
Or perchance to lesson a learn
You imagine
yet these fancies are unbroken perpetuity.
9. Conditioned Stage
Many conditioned stage of life came, and many went fruitless,
Despite all that came as strife
I treaded on path travelled less.
Lest life submerges in a brook of tears,
I could not from the goals depart
And a many ways of reaching goals part,
And turned a deaf ears.
To cross a clouded avenue of life,
And to build a basic for a better life,
And to move with sands of time,
I made music of life: a chime.
I could not from goals depart.
For to engage in trifling matter,
And to go out of wishing heart
Was a sickle or an axe on the head,
And to make life a walks better
I endeavored to unclench the fist of time,
To ever lead the dreams to its destination.
10. Waiting Time
Desires may come someday,
And the need for a change,
And in love I may Cupid be someday
And make many love-lanes,
Though now, despite desires,
Fallen in the dregs of love
To cast aside all bitterness,
Stark unbosomed sensibility,
I ask for the heart to bestow me love
That this life would cross all fearfulness
To usher me, to further the ways of me.
11. Everything Fades
I know not
If the passing moon
Is but a beacon of light
Forever; nights fade.
I know not if stars are touched upon
By the divine hands; midnight fades.
I know not if the sun is touched to
Be extent forever,
by the divine hands of the maker;
the dawn fades.
12. The Variant of Shadows
The night’s come to being a day
Butt a sleep within him
Is awake.
He sees the dawn,
A flash of the sun’s first ray
Touch his body;
The newborn breeze
twisting into wisps
tenderly tap his apparel
flipping it gradually
breathing in new freshness
surrounding him.
But a variant of shadows
lies somewhere dormant,
Darkened in him