Cruising Alone

This piece channels the caffeinated chaos and emotional whirlwind Sabrina Carpenter so perfectly captures in Espresso . Life often brews its moments of longing, confusion, and hope in the same cup, and this poem reflects that blend. It’s a playful yet heartfelt dive into vulnerability, love, and the tug-of-war between guarding our hearts and daring to feel. Inspired by both Sabrina’s raw storytelling and my personal experiences, here’s a snapshot of emotions that keep me awake at night. Those low-rise jeans... We are no longer teens... You made me forget who haunts my dreams... Put a smile on my face, changed the sound of my screams... But now you are aloof... Afraid to share a roof... Still guarding your heart with a bulletproof... Threw dozens of ropes to pull you out of the kloof... There is a decade to forty... I am all ready to be your shorty... We have no portals like Rick and Morty... Even without that eyebrow slit, you are a hottie... Don't act like a clown... I can't t...

Here is one of my early poems that I wrote way back in my college days.  I thought we were happy with a 2-seater, But then you got bored and wanted to upgrade her. Was afraid to let it go, 'Cause it took a while to balance so. You were so fond of the new style and design; I thought to give it a chance and stop the whine. Slowly and slowly we got hold of it, Started loving the mobile every bit. We went to places that we never knew, Created amazing memories- red, green, yellow, black, white, and blue. Then all of a sudden something took a backseat; One tyre busted in the scorching heat. Scared that repairing this will cost you money and time, Took hold of the new 2-wheeler and continued the regime. Was alone with the rubbery mass, But kept on working to make it outclass. You went on with the new roller by your side, And I went on to build my lost ride. Fond of your latest 2-seater ride, How you forgot about the 3 seater which was your pride. Dated: 29 - 10 - 2015 ~ Kanika...

She is the one, that I never thought I would meet. She is the one, who throws a shade in  Summer heat. She is the one, who makes all the colors pop. She is the one, who dances to indie and hip-hop. She is the one, who believes in the Jedi lore. She is the one, with whom you will never snore. She is the girl that I love.. She is the girl who is a foxglove She is the girl that I love.. She is the girl who reminds me of a dove She is the girl that I love..

My love for everything Star Wars is well known among my peers.  From binge watching the movies to cosplaying as Slave Leia to making a Star Wars inspired Warli Art that was appreciated by Todd Cherniawsky, Production Designer and Art Director, known for Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022).  Here I am combining my amateur poetry prowess and the screenplay of NEW HOPE (1977).  Let me know in comments how I did and should I continue with it... There was a farm boy named Luke Skywalker in a galaxy far away, Wishing he was somewhere else as he watched the twin sunset everyday. He lived on Tatooine with his Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, A family of moisture farmers and who drank milk colored blue. Luke wanted to go to Tosche Station to pick up some power converters, But instead had to clean up 2 droids without bad motivators. The droids were part of the rebel alliance, Whom the Galactic Empire couldn't beat into compliance. The droids were always on missions, One of them was R2-D2 and his counte...

No longer liked when started speaking my mind. They ask, "What happened to you girl ?" Why are you now so unruly and unkind? Only wanted me when it was easy to shove. Now you ask me to forget and rise above. Can't you let it go, it was my first. Where was this attitude when you wanted to quench your thirst. Let it be, I too have a sister. What if someone else did that to her mister? From Babe to Bitch, Only took months for the 7-year itch. It is 21st century so dine and dash, Otherwise would have been a Salem witch trial bash.        I am no longer afraid to speak my mind.        Even if I am seen as unruly and unkind. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

I have been told, I often write sad and depressing poems and maybe a little complicated poems that are difficult to understand and grasp. So, here is a fun little poem that I wrote while in a preppy mood. Esperando Que Les Guste.. I am tired of playing small. I would rather have a ball Stretch my wings and fly No longer want to crawl and cry Maybe have a little chat On a talk show with Chris Pratt Or maybe go on a tour  With likes of Mandy Moore Well there is so much to do Could star in a movie too Shoutout to Sam Raimi and Jon Favreau Can I be part of Spider-Man and woo you two Lend my voice to a Disney character Or get roasted by Simon Cowell on X-Factor Create my own little Jannat Be a party guest at Mannat I am cool with making memories Hang out with family and friends wearing fun accessories Added the lines to sound well-rounded Otherwise may get hounded Have all my dreams come alive And let myself thrive So let me heal and heal tonight Climb and fall but still reach new heigh...

Who we are? I keep wondering.. We both have been hurt.. Our hearts are still bleeding.. We are a mess.. Yet I still confess.. I have dreamt of being in your arms.. I have had with others and their love bombs.. As the world is going gaga over their musical mayor.. Not one of the "Tortured Poets".. But I bare my soul.. Even if it lacks all the flair.. You poured your love into my empty cup.. Maybe I am too burnt out after dealing with the prig.. That I lost myself and caught the ick.. No longer know how to play the grown-up.. So, who we are? Are we lovers or friends.. Or two strangers who pretend.. Maybe this is, how it ends... When the veil of insanity drops over.. I see you are not my four-leaf clover.. You knew this all too well.. I feel better in my own clamshell..