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

1) Thought<\/p>\n

<\/strong>Our thoughts go like stray winds
\nIn verticals and horizontals
\nThen they surrounds us with their lament,
\nTheir wrathful and prudent forms
\nTo let us experience life.
\nOur thoughts are oft storms
\nThat circle us with various phobias:
\nWith fears of life, living and death.
\nOur thoughts are meadows
\nVast and beautiful,
\nThat allow us to sit and gaze through
\nTheir scenic beauty.<\/p>\n

2) Pen and the World<\/p>\n

<\/strong>When parched sans poetry
\nSip a cup of words and see
\nthe world around.
\nPoetry comes up from your throat
\nWhen you through heart devote.
\nPoetry stirs your feelings to smear the ground of words,
\nThen afterwards you join them as parts
\nTo let your heart sing.
\nIn myriad of feelings,
\nLike the broken pieces of things
\nIt comes up and stitches words
\nWith a needle of sentences,
\nTo beautify your art.<\/p>\n

3) Respite<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bestow me respite
\nTo hide
\nAll the torments of soul.
\nLet me reach my goal.
\nFor in respite an aura create,
\nAnd a heart and vibes, do not these be a shred
\nOf time; let me go high
\nWithout a frustrating sigh
\nTo reach where I belong:
\nA heaven that I long.<\/p>\n

4) Frail Hope<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some fragile hope
\nSome frail thread of dream,
\nSome hopeful fist of time,
\nSome dreams of outcome.
\nFrom a crudely built portals
\nInto a world of vastly built doorways,
\nWe enter, we enter, into all
\nAll the doors of our ways<\/p>\n

5) To Embark<\/strong><\/p>\n

The moon cannot shine overhead
\nWhen it is already late.
\nTo shine in the dark
\nWe must embark
\nA journey, create one\u2019s own taper.
\nTo create headway,
\nTo make finer way,
\nLife must cross all that leads to hardship
\nTo steer the wheel of life\u2019s ship.<\/p>\n

6) Generation Gap<\/strong><\/p>\n

To discover panacea of life,
\nto cross intricacies,
\nwe are bound by flesh and blood .
\nYet we so are bound by the duties
\nYou and I and in-between
\nA story stand as a testimony of gap
\nA story that speaks volumes.<\/p>\n

7) To Behold the Vast<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our life a race
\nTo cross fragile frost of tides.
\nIn the mist of race
\nFizzle out our life
\nAs a thin layer of rainbow.
\nAmid the race.
\nYet we don\u2019t know the race
\nWhen and how it shall go;
\nOur race goes with many strife,
\nAnd yet we pace
\nAnd to the furthest we go.
\nBut like the gravity
\nTwisting out of shape
\nSpace and time,
\nOur frail being are led to experience
\nTwisting out of shape.
\nLike the taper\u2019s light cast is out
\nAs shadows follow,
\nWe follow the brutal spinning of time
\nThat does not assent to behold
\nThe last vestiges of civilization.<\/p>\n

8) Dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cells born and cells die
\nThe dream unwinds in the eventide,
\nThe walks are dark,
\nThe dream a song of a lark,
\nSweet and ever haunting,
\nHowever the light
\nOf night does not strike,
\nNothing kept me from going.
\nSpecter of dreams
\nStumbling before him
\ncome,
\nthe language he does not hear,
\nIts tone he does not feel,
\nThe rhythms of dream he does not hear,
\nHe’s convinced though
\nthat specters are haunting,
\ndevolved upon a person
\nin the strangest of its sorts.
\nDreams are such with broad smiles
\nAnd a host of passion,
\nAnd to cross all the miles
\nWe must contemplate, know it, and learn.<\/p>\n

9) We Shall Win
\n<\/strong>
\nThe paths may vary,
\nAnd the desires may swipe
\nThis life into hot water,
\nBut the hardships shall go.
\nShudder I not
\nwith the walks, fierce and dreary,
\nFor to go a long way I must cross
\nThe ridges of time.
\nLet not the tendrils of time entwine me,
\nLet the frosts of life not suffer,
\nLet everything becomes light,
\nLet light comes as hope for this life.<\/p>\n

10) Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

Do not delimit love
\nWith short-sightedness,
\nFor love is the hub
\nThrough which life revolves around.
\nDo not delimit love
\nFor love is the heart of all feelings.
\nDo not delimit love
\nFor it sustains our life;
\nFor it is aim of passionate mind.
\nFor love is Piety\u2019s another name
\nAs to god same
\nFor it is the truth
\nOf heart that befalls through conscience.<\/p>\n

11) Future<\/strong>
\nI shall seek that day,
\nSolid and fully grow,
\nWhere no evil fay
\nComes to us; where delights show
\nIts glad continence.
\nIt is certain to a degree
\nThat falsity comes more to lure us,
\nBut to come up above falsity
\nI seek for a day won by love,
\nDivested of the dark.<\/p>\n

12) Uncontrollable Hands<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our life a race
\nTo cross fragile frost of tides.
\nIn the mist of race
\nFizzle out our life
\nAs a thin layer of rainbow.
\nAmid the race.
\nYet we don\u2019t know the race
\nWhen and how it shall go;
\nOur race goes with many strife,
\nAnd yet we pace
\nAnd to the furthest we go.
\nBut like the gravity
\nTwisting out of shape
\nThe space and time,
\nOur frail being are led to experience
\nTwisting out of shape.
\nLike the taper\u2019s light cast out
\nAs shadows follow,
\nWe follow the brutal spinning of time
\nThat does not assent to behold
\nThe last vestiges of civilization.<\/p>\n

13) Figments of Dream<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the figments of dream, carried by the gust of tides,
\nI uncovered life in the form of a balloon-like thing
\nbeing buoyant at the rush of breeze.
\nAnd all of a sudden I woke up
\nTo behold life as a dreadful thing for hope.
\nYet I move like the breeze,
\nto make it as perpetual as the breeze.<\/p>\n

14) We Differ
\n<\/strong>
\nEach man\u2019s life goes in his way
\nFor each one is a unique entity.
\nEverything we do today
\nExemplifies it; we are else nonentity,
\nFor the beauty of living lies in uniqueness.
\nTo whatever extend we go far
\nWe tend as fellows to embrace humanness
\nThat makes a lively sound of guitar.<\/p>\n

(C) Welkin Siskin<\/em><\/p>\n