here i am, dressed for the sun
while the city sleeps
around me
blanketed in its cocoon of snow

step back
relax and grow
repair and rebuild the damage done

here i am again, dressed for the snow
while the city frolics
around me
hazy in the rays of a new sun

step back
relax and grow
repair and rebuild the damage done?

shall i tell the truth, so you don’t have to lie?

the best of decisions
the worst of decisions

how about no decisions at all?

no conscience whatsoever

it’s okay, i wouldn’t remember me either

under all the pretensions
do we both know
the way this will go?

then perhaps its okay
to know that maybe i’m not
more than you thought

and maybe you’re more than
all that i thought

paperwork against deforestation

is there a way out?
none that i can see….
should there be one?
not really…

i’ll wait

patiently….

बाहिर घमाइलो छैन भने
भित्रै हेर्नु
भित्र त आफ्नै हैन र दुनिया ?

an ode from me to you
would be the first thing i would do
if i owned the world
that is what i would do
an ode from me to you

all the pretty pens in the world
would use inks of dark red and light blue
to write an ode from me to you

all the pretty colors in the world
would coalesce into shades anew
to write an ode from me to you

all the dewdrops reflecting moonlight
all the evening sun-rays striking off of clouds
all the rivulets tinkling in forest coves
would sing and light together
to write an ode from me to you

that is what i would do
an ode from me to you