Learnings "Post" Discovery Of Simple Living

By Aarti Kukreja

If it were up to me I'd travel the whole world around

And again.

Ride free, ride alone, ride solo for me.

This tire of cycle comes back to life and eternity

But the worldliness usually breaks into forms of delinquency

We pay for what we don't understand or remember

But we sigh when it falls down on us like black rain

We come of age each day and each day surpasses

That very number until we come back to it

So can't we titter and take it all at face value?

After all, we discussed blood being only ketchup

Or tabasco sauce if it tickles your fantasy.

We should know that

The life we possess must create the energy of curiosity

To apprehend, master the grind but in our own time

We all do, we all are a stream of the conscious if not anything else

What's the surge anyway; it’s a jaunt

We all have to pass the ribbon on the finish line

Why not cackle on the way, a little gratification

A whole lot of space-cadet-ism and sometimes

Maybe sometimes the pure emotion.

It'll all work out, look it always does.

So why hoist creation's heft on your blades?

This joy ride is like divinity's eternal continuation

You can't envision it better than it isa

You can't comport it but somehow it teaches you comportment

You can't collide into it as nerve-rackingly and it authenticates

Into your soul and wakens every synapses in droning

And it is then you know the legitimacy of vitality

Your own happiness; your emancipating freedom

And everyone else's.

By Aarti Kukreja