Welkin Siskin<\/strong>
\nWashington, America<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/strong>. Ups and Downs<\/strong><\/p>\n

Does come an imperfect situation
\nAnd does come the loveliest of time, both,
\nAnd thus I define life:<\/p>\n

”A walk between joy and despair”.
\nSo far before I think,
\nSo long before I go
\nI am reminded of this fact
\nAnd I toil in the midst of these facts
\nso
\nBeing a valor, the mind of vision,<\/p>\n

A heart of caution, a spirit of persistence\u2014
\nA purest will thus and a flame I am, and I shall spark
\nAmid the cold frame of nature.<\/p>\n

2. Alchemy of Imagination<\/strong><\/p>\n

It is somewhat a reflection of mind, this labyrinth of thin-to-thick
\nidea sort out as the remedy
\nfrom within the to-and-fro
\ncounteraction of active thoughts.
\nOrange-curled fern-like bones
\ntill break form the fossils;
\nthis maze of the world’s a journey,
\nAn alchemy of imagination.<\/p>\n

Hard I try, harder it seem
\nto develop a headway
\nto uncover a journey
\nignoring one, following the other.<\/p>\n

3. Continued Search<\/strong><\/p>\n

Weakened from age, at the edge of time
\nWe move seeking for the essence of life,
\nAnd paint hues of the chime
\nTo discover if life would dive
\nIn the trench of beauty.
\nWe learn and unlearn, manage our souls,
\nAnd go through many walks
\nAnd in this seeking we walk with our goals,
\nAnd at times we go out of our talks.
\nLife is a battle of minds.
\nLife is something that darkens, and something that shines.<\/p>\n

4. Independent Day ( July 4th)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sky scattered with various hues
\nThe flamboyant rustic music does play,
\nThe nightly hour in a graceful way goes,
\nMaking a dramatically fantastic way.
\nThe smell of outdoor kitchen,
\nThe gathering of folks\u2014
\nFrom workers at the fields to bureaucrats from the office come,
\nDance with the rhythm being a single soul.
\nThe firecrackers blaze at the night
\nAnd a constellation of joy prevail
\nIn the meadows.<\/p>\n

5. Happy Independence Day( 4th of July)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sparklers and streak of light
\nDistant, gathering stars like motes of dazzle
\nFor an eye,
\nThe extent of red and blue and green bright
\nOver the sky on the Fourth of July fly.
\nChildren and teenagers, adult and the old
\nWho stand audacious and valiantly bold
\nGet together to celebrate the day of victory
\nThat\u2019s given rise to a fresh beginning, a New Age!
\nTo extol forbears\u2019 sacrifice and bravery,
\nThe motto the land of the free and the brave,
\nIn one voice with spirits high and a stars-spangled flag free
\nFlatters in triumphs, in jubilation, in honor and glory!<\/p>\n

6. Imagination
\n<\/strong>
\nSome good times some bad
\nBut we ain\u2019t okay with that
\nAs life is desirous of things
\nAnd florets of fancy could in no time dwindle, methinks.
\nYou cross the seventh heaven
\nCrossing it through imagination;
\nAnd merits you, as anyone, gain
\nAnd many a lesson learn.
\nWith hours, as air, our length of fancy goes
\nAnd we falter in our desire to achieve;
\nOur fancies are friends sometimes, sometimes foes;
\nWe must with this imagining yet live;
\nOur florets of fancy yet hurt yet haunt
\nWe enjoy the time yet with fun
\nImagining various stuff.<\/p>\n

7. Fancy
\n<\/strong>
\nI fancy things around me
\nAnd do I wish it be a reality.
\nA fickle passion throws a curve at me.
\nI\u2019ve now stirred from the nights of hush
\nIn the euphonies of your worshipful
\nbreaths of love.
\nI sing the rhythm on this mournful
\nStrangeness fairly because you have chorused throughout the song with indelible sweetness of love.<\/p>\n

8. Imagination (ii)
\n<\/strong>
\nImagination does want to swing
\nIn the undercroft of things,
\nAnd needless to mention does it constantly flow
\nTo uncover what\u2019s called a glow.
\nTo lay hands on and hang onto fancy,
\nTo fancy for whatever could truly be,
\nPerchance to smooch the light in darkness
\nOr conceal thee from sadness,
\nPerchance thou fancy things to kiss the stars, moon or the sun,
\nOr perchance to lesson a learn
\nYou imagine
\nyet these fancies are unbroken perpetuity.<\/p>\n

9. Conditioned Stage
\n<\/strong>
\nMany conditioned stage of life came, and many went fruitless,
\nDespite all that came as strife
\nI treaded on path travelled less.
\nLest life submerges in a brook of tears,
\nI could not from the goals depart
\nAnd a many ways of reaching goals part,
\nAnd turned a deaf ears.
\nTo cross a clouded avenue of life,
\nAnd to build a basic for a better life,
\nAnd to move with sands of time,
\nI made music of life: a chime.
\nI could not from goals depart.
\nFor to engage in trifling matter,
\nAnd to go out of wishing heart
\nWas a sickle or an axe on the head,
\nAnd to make life a walks better
\nI endeavored to unclench the fist of time,
\nTo ever lead the dreams to its destination.<\/p>\n

10. Waiting Time
\n<\/strong>
\nDesires may come someday,
\nAnd the need for a change,
\nAnd in love I may Cupid be someday
\nAnd make many love-lanes,
\nThough now, despite desires,
\nFallen in the dregs of love
\nTo cast aside all bitterness,
\nStark unbosomed sensibility,
\nI ask for the heart to bestow me love
\nThat this life would cross all fearfulness
\nTo usher me, to further the ways of me.<\/p>\n

11. Everything Fades
\n<\/strong>
\nI know not
\nIf the passing moon
\nIs but a beacon of light
\nForever; nights fade.
\nI know not if stars are touched upon
\nBy the divine hands; midnight fades.
\nI know not if the sun is touched to
\nBe extent forever,
\nby the divine hands of the maker;
\nthe dawn fades.<\/p>\n

12. The Variant of Shadows
\n<\/strong>
\nThe night’s come to being a day
\nButt a sleep within him
\nIs awake.
\nHe sees the dawn,
\nA flash of the sun’s first ray
\nTouch his body;
\nThe newborn breeze
\ntwisting into wisps
\ntenderly tap his apparel
\nflipping it gradually
\nbreathing in new freshness
\nsurrounding him.
\nBut a variant of shadows
\nlies somewhere dormant,
\nDarkened in him<\/p>\n