Ballet: Angel Autumn

By Pritish Gupta

Tricks you play on me, in your ballet I dance

Under the moonlit streets of all the dust

All the slippery mud, in the rain soaked garden

Trick me in your romantic hymns, I play thee warrior

Or the lovely consort, just this brave night

Let's dispel all hauntings, first week of winter

Special this year, a breeze tingles my spine

Your words break the dance, the rythm, 

I hear you less, skip around you, twist and turn

Like the crumbling leaves fall upon your shoulder

I lay in your lap, in parks, behind tall grass

A sunny picnic in daylight, its warm much like your hands

Much like my face, the blush feels red, kindles my deep blues

Lightens them sky, play ball with my heart

Pass them to the evenings of shudders across the streets where squirrels run home 

Looking for bark, food, munching, biting, squabble amongst themselves

I witness the peeping sun behind the one evening cloud

Whole day it stood, only to leave at night

Performance to begin, ballet once again

My silence falls again, my mind in your words

They eat at my flow, for you I craft perfection in this story

Then why you obstruct my mind, the music keeps cutting out

I tune out, out of my practice, out of my ballroom

Out of my costume, in experience of basked glory

That is night singing your lines, I internalize 

Write them down to sleep, like the storyteller's muse

You keep returning in all places magic

All places romantic, 19th century english gardens with your abound gaze

Hold my fort, hold my mystic, in this broch 

Gift of first winter spent in arms, first winter of confession

Praise the sin of understanding, praise the body not understood 

You are like the vision of pure autumn, to my pure spring

Bestowed me the fading tints, to my overzealous petal filled winds

Flags waved at, conceited defeat

Run along, to the mountains, first snow first of many blessings

Understand not myself I, lack at many words I 

Bring you gift of forest fae, gift of being

Gift of who I exist to be

The chirps, the whistles, the chimes, the whiskers,

The water that glistens, last night it may 

My ballet is complete to my dismay

To your many attempts to stop me at bay

I keep promises to keep, in frost I must leave

Enjoy me company once, let me pull you along

Understand what it means to love, to not know the world

Glide , touch not the grass blades, morning due settles on them, as we reach hour of God

I must say, journey to your heart, at heaven's door was my life's art

I was your chaperone to land of living

To whom I left long ago

Pleasure falling in love with you

Angel of seeker's morrow 

I have none to give this winter

Much like you have none heart to receive more

Kiss your hand I shall, goodbye my darling bard

Your poems are lovely lines to my musings 

Angel Autumn, visit me in spring 

Let's bring light to your pallette 

Love you too much to hold you 

Afterall what is human craft to infinite serenity

By Pritish Gupta