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