Learnings "Post" 2:40am And Its Existential

By Aarti Kukreja

The end of this Aeon only means another is to commence

Whether we succumb or remain cemented

Another diurnal course begins.

Another set of bright lights luster

It is electrifying, it might be more so chilling

But it’s definitely the fluorescent we are drawn toward

And this ambiguity which is my original superwoman-ly kryptonite

Has now somehow become my reason to beam

It has energized a euphoria from within

That at this point I would usually discover within impossibility

But somehow now I am here and today is the last of this era

And I am plainly flighting, high at that; feeling ordained but in a freeing sense

I am exuberant but only to contain my frenzy of the crystal uncertainty ahead

It has played reverse cognizance on me and cleared my very own smog

Although gruesome for me to admit but the moment in which I occupied space

Flared an insight I have;

The exclusive conversance I have gleaned over others

And this is what I hold in my closed palms and eyes

So amply and carefully.

And with this wisdom; I take on my armor and ball-chain

I also hold a clean barricade and an ear-to-ear smile

As my weapons of mass destruction

My entirety is interlaced to my fountainhead

The pillars of my birth, my older sibling's unravelling

And the person who lives in the shadows.

Who over the years have uncovered me over the rainbows

And put me back onto the ground however deceasing.

And rightly so because in this repetitive sunshine

There might a nightfall of dreadful rain

With all my fighters and loves of my lives

I am breezing into this new dynamic realm;

The acoustic-mine.

The one I can make exquisite, glorious, fruitful and

The one I can make mine ecstatically but mindfully.

By Aarti Kukreja