Spring : Nature’s Blessings

Babla Munshi

In the pixelated haze of awakening screens,
Spring whispers through cracked asphalt veins,
Where cherry blossoms glitch like forgotten code,
Blessings downloaded from the cloud’s indifferent throne.

Oh, lover, your eyes reflect the fractured sky,
A mosaic of blue shattered by drone hums,
Yet in this deconstructed meadow, we bloom,
Petals unfurling against the algorithm’s tide.

Nature’s gifts arrive in subscription boxes,
Wrapped in plastic, scented with synthetic rain,
But feel the real dew on your skin, my dear,
A tactile rebellion in this simulated game.

We wander through hyperlinked forests,
Where trees hyperlink to ancient myths,
Their leaves rustling like pages turned too fast,
Blessings encoded in the wind’s erratic script.

Your hand in mine, a glitch in the matrix,
As tulips erupt in ironic symmetry,
Mocking the winter’s archived despair,
With colours borrowed from forgotten dreams.

Spring’s romance is a remix of old sonnets,
Layered with beats from urban symphonies,
Where birds tweet in dual realities,
Their songs sampled, looped, eternally renewed.

Bless us with pollen’s chaotic confetti,
Allergies as postmodern ecstasy,
Inhaling the essence of rebirth’s farce,
While rivers stream live their liquid confessions.

Darling, let’s dance in the fragmented light,
Shadows cast by solar panels’ gleam,
Nature’s blessings pirated from the sun,
Repackaged for our consumable hearts.

Yet in your gaze, I find the unedited raw,
A wildflower pushing through concrete code,
Romantic surge in the system’s soft crash,
Spring’s true grace, unfiltered, uncontained.

We collage our love from seasonal scraps,
Blossoms and billboards, vines and viral memes,
In free verse rhythms that defy the grid,
Blessings blooming in the chaos we claim.

                                         _Babla Munshi