𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗶𝗿

Sitting quietly by my balcony
Aloft on the seventh floor
Amidst spring blossoms
And flirty fragrances
Could I ever ask for more?

Amorous red roses
Chrysanthemum pink n purple
My eyes light up
With their colorful vibrance
Earthy yellow mustards
Cool white basils
And the dusky vistas
Of the setting sun’s dance.

That is how
It appears
As the Earth spins
And wobbles
The sun
It never really sets
It’s our hubris!
There starts our troubles.

It blinds us
From seeing the obvious
That our eyes can’t see
Beyond the horizon
The feast of a new sunrise
It beckons every moment
Across the globe
As it keeps turning on.

The Earth revolves
Around the Sun too
That brings
The change of seasons
A kaleidoscope of sights sounds and smells
That fills our lives
With ever-changing
Rhymes and reasons.

Each one of us, earthlings,
We’re gifted by nature
In a fascinatingly
Unique way
To add effortlessly
To this joyous abundance
All’s well!
Till our minds begin to stray.

Blinded by hubris
We go against nature
To conquer subjugate
Exploit and plunder
It is here
That trouble starts
Hell breaks loose
Wide and sunder.

We fail to give
What we are gifted with
Turn nature’s beauty into abundance
To measly deprivation n squalor
Control and subjugate Nature
And fellow humans
Start a nasty game
Of cunning mixed with valor.

Falling out of
Our natural rhythms
Dull n drab lives
Premature senescence
Seek novelty in new toys
In whistles and gizmos
That need frequent upgrades
With psychological obsolescence.

We lose the ability
To connect the “dots”
Of vicious impacts
With our innocuous choices
How we destroy a forest
To light a thousand bulbs
Air-conditioners electrical appliances
And many such vices.

Or dam a free-flowing river
For hydel power
Nuclear plants
With radioactive hazards
Constructions
In eco-sensitive zones
Leading to avalanches
And to killer blizzards.

Plastics in the seas
That weigh heavier than the fishes
Boiling oceans
That can’t take it anymore
Dying phytoplankton
And bleaching corals
The tragic tale of dead whales
Those are washed ashore.

Swanky cars glitzy condos sleeker cellphones
They can’t fill up our lives
If our relationships suffer
As we go against nature
Slogging like slaves
To buy newer and newer stuff
As easy preys
To the capitalist vulture.

It is time to break away
And close our eyes
The sun doesn’t set
The Earth keeps turning
How can we get back
To our roots in nature?
Enjoy the spring in the air
And our minds churning.

– Chandra Vikash
10.02.2021

Pics from my little garden in the balcony and on the terrace