Autumn In My Heart Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Spongy, white clouds covered the sky
And I throttled a sigh.
A gusty wind raced towards me in helter- skelter haste
Flirting with the yellow, dried stubble
In languid buoyance.
On the park bench I sat, intrigued.
The sun was giving me the cold shoulder
Shriveled leaves swirled in my heart
There was autumn there.

A mélange of memories resurrected and ricocheted
And came my way, some bright, some trite.
A forlorn kite hanging high up a tree
Suddenly started swaying to the notes of the breeze.
In these notes, I heard some long forgotten notes.
Hush, meticulous about punctuation, was my dad
But harassed by my antics, ah so evil, so bad.

Memory shards, hiding in crannies and crevices resurfaced.
Was that bondage of whacks and kisses
Nothing but a rich use of language
On life's ephemeral stage?
Now fallen victim to a Tarantino bloodbath?
Oh daddy, never understood that poem of Sylvia Plath
And its violent imagery.
I was a nincompoop, you see.
Your favorite word for me
That I still am and will be
Till memories remain part of me.