Notes Poems

The Note in Your Shoes

The wedding venue burnt without flame
the moment we stepped in.
You and I, hand in hand, step by step—
we laughed till our facials started aching,
we danced until the floor grew tired.

That was the story of our first day in love.
Twenty five years after marriage~
we now hardly speak,
our children hardly know us.

We rise too early, return too

chords whisper-TSF

strings hum
fingers drum
notes soar
echo roar
heart beats
soul meets
night sings

wood sings
tone rings
air bends
sound sends
fire glows
warm flows
life swings

chords leap
dreams seep
eyes close
spirit knows
hands play
tunes stay
time drifts

music flies
stars rise
strings dance
hearts glance
joy swells
song tells
world wakes

Strings

strings tug-ging, pull-ing,
notes spark-ing, wink-ing.

Twenty-Four Notes

A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were

notes

How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.

Notes for an American student in Paris..

Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.

Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.

Sure, honesty

Field Notes

	In science, we observe.
	All only exist when and after they are
	observed.

I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy 
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:

	- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
	- smiling to smiling eyes

A Kiss of Notes

For you a gift 
I hope you'll take
Just close your eyes
And let me make
My own playlist

Your songs I wrote 

Peaceful guitar 
A kiss of notes

discordant notes

This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.

I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into

Notes To Me

You are doing just fine.
You are full of confidence.
It is Ok to ask for help sometimes even if you are refused or insuslted.
You must strive as far as possible to live stress free.
Believe in Natural immunity, and natural culture.
Uplift the good and great aspects of your culture.
Love fruits and be very very health conscious and

Blue Notes

Nowadays,
people don’t
'get'
the real Blues,
they have
blue-funks.


The funks
makes a person
glare
and simmer
like a radio-active sunflower.

The Blues
don’t come at anyone
with a rabid face, or any
bad juju.
Blues songs
don’t club at you
with a baseball bat,
they won’t yell in your ear.

If you got the
Blues
you have a dog and a guitar,
even when you don't.

If you got the Blues
you have a whole range
of sad

Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time

Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time,
I dream dreams that shine in someone else's eyes, stars seeking their sky,
She was perfect, like a divine painting in the colors of sunset,
I, just a fleeting moment, a rustle of leaves in the wind, timeless.
It wasn't her fault, no shadow of

On counterfeit coins and notes

On fair ways of life what can wind not,
Counterfeit coins their way can find not.

Your shadows do if find the sun strong,
Sure, with me the way would ye wind not.

Hardships hover on all human life,
Sans tough tests man’s today defined not.

How will ye change the ways of this world
If the set-in-stone kind, ye grind not.

Even

Thin Notes Huitain

How you moved through me like music,
nervous hands now strum a guitar.
This shy soul connected can pick,
I never could before. It’s bizarre.
These fingers will soon build a scar
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
The dragonflies are what they are,
a breath of thin notes at midnight.

Living finite lives in the infinite

Perhaps in wanting to understand 
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength 
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained 
In those bylanes in order to explain 
We study, observe dissect 
Practise reductionism to the last atom 
After that when the head rises up again 
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost 
It sees

Grief Notes

How grief feels is so hard to explain
and each person experiences it differently
For me, my violin holds no solace these days
there are many days that I could play and let
the music envelope me in comfort,
but not this journey

I am having trouble reading  
Being an avid reader,
this is very hard for me
I can get through

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