Sing another song

Sing another song.

Oh, you little dreamer

Sing another song.

Sing another lie

To make the sun

In an other world shine.

Sing a little high,

Oh dreamer! Sing a little high.

If I dare to ever call you swine

Or condemn you to die.

Sing with all your heart,

Oh dreamer! with your every breath and beat.

If you ever let me win,

Then I'll be the one to weep!

-- Mohan

Summer and/or Winter

If it rained it would be

So clear and grey.

And the trees would sway and swirl

On a sunlit day.

If you were here then we could sing

Soft and sweet and sober green.

And glide across this moonlit river

When the night falls on this summer's eve.

Yes I can't think right now.

I've forgotten how to write.

If I do remember, I may.

But I won't know what is right.

I don't know if its night

Or in the night, wolf's do prey.

But, if I had to see the stars,

Then I would've to wait another day.

To wait for another morning

Is just such a pain.

Sleeping on a bitter back

In the winter chill and rain.

Oh, oh so sweet the thunder,

I wish it would sound again.

Drive away the winter sorrow,

Longing and disdain.

-- Mohan

Without your smile

I try to sleep with your smile etched in my memory deep and I
Remember your warmth, your voice, your laugh.
Oh, how can i sleep without your smile.
Your warmth, your voice, your laugh. But here I lie.
Dreaming you are nigh, while you are farther than the sky.

What never dies

Daring drunken monotony,

Sweetened by the winter's evening.

Creepers  growing on cracks and walls,

On roofs and broken windows.

Apart from the laughter,

There is the scathing voice of fear, of sobs,

Of broken ties, dripping sweat and riding thoughts

On the awaited fantasy of a  future life.

Making sense of what is wrong,

Forgetting always what is right,

Assuming its all written in the past,

And where would we be, if we were wise.

Thunder and lightning and storms all cost

An acoustical treat nearby,

If we aren't truly lost, then we should have found 

What never dies.

-- Mohan