Cruising Alone

Honey, you gotta pick one, But I don't know which one, 'Cause, every time I do, They act as if I have my blaster on stun. Should I put on a smile? Hold on, it will take a while, To go through my repressed emotions cabinet file When I genuinely ask, They say, "You dropped your mask." Do you really think, I am a witch with a flask? Brewing in my lair With dandelion root and cat hair, Making sacrifices to the devil's snare. Honey, you gotta still pick one. I don't know - I am not great at it. I would rather read about Who shot first: Greedo Or Han. Should I act dumb? I have become so numb. Maybe I need a glass of Jamaican rum. This is where the fun begins... ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Take up the Space;  There is so much to Embrace. Play your cards right- Always bet on Ace. If you lose a Race, Show yourself, Grace. There is more than one path; Don't be afraid even if got stuck in a Maze. Sometimes pull back and Retrace, Make adjustments and set a new Pace. Put a smile on your Face, And keep taking up Space. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

They said I, was confused; Now I am waking up to the abuse. You are well-liked  When they dim your light. No longer running away- This is my fight. I forgot they raised me  With the motto "Let Your Light Shine." They reach out When they want something, But preach out  When they give nothing. I got so used to the blues, I paid no attention to the ruse. You are well-liked  When they dim your light. No longer running away- This is my fight. I forgot they raised me  With the motto "Let Your Light Shine." ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

When ESPRESSO by Sabrina Carpenter is on repeat daily, a funny exchange between friends led me to write this... Now he's cheating on me every night, oh Isn't it shit? I guess so Says he can't sleep, baby, I know That's not with me, depresso Can't move up, down, left, right, oh He's got a new Nintendo Says he can't sleep, baby, I know That's not with me, depresso I can relate to depression My 'give a fucks', have no vacation And I got this one boy And he won't be picking When they act this way I know I lost 'em Too bad I am the ex for ya Walked in and my dream you ruined for me Soft skin and I need pills for me I know I need more than Mountain Dew for me That morning sickness, puked for me No touch and I am a monk for ya Now he's cheating on me every night, oh Isn't it shit? I guess so Says he can't sleep, baby, I know That's not with me, depresso Can't move up, down, left, right, oh He got a new Nintendo Says he can...

Can I advance to writing songs?? Please, comment and let me know.  I feel like an empty vessel, hun; I can't make any more Kessel runs. The weight feels too much on my trestle, Mum. I tried to nestle myself rather than have fun. But I don't wanna feel like this anymore; I have dreams to live that I adore. I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore- My life can't be a sad lore. So, baby girl just move on (move on), Throw these bags, And get your groove on (groove on). After every dusk, there is a new dawn; Burn like the sun but still dream on. Dream On... I feel like I lost my Babylon; I wish I could feel like an Amazon, So, I could fight these Megalodons- Anything is better to do than babble on. Yeah, I don't wanna feel like this anymore; I have dreams to live that I adore. I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore- My life can't be a sad lore. So, baby girl just move on (move on), Throw these bags, And get your groove on (groove on). After every dusk, there is a new daw...

When you have Sabrina Carpenter's songs on repeat and can't resist writing.  Happy Birthday, girl and congratulations on your hit single Espresso. Don't care if it is night or day- You are hotter than this summery May. Let your boys hit the hay; Baby, I am all yours to play. Make me your muse, Mould me like clay; Baby, I am all yours to play. Sail your ship, Bring it to the docking bay; Baby, I am all yours to play. Skin like mulberry silk, Not a rag doll, not easy to fray; Baby, I am all yours to play. Run your fingers through my hair, Make me sing like a blue jay; Baby, I am all yours to play. Yes, I am all yours to play.

A poem inspired by the works of famous artists like Edvard Munch, Pablo Picasso, Peter Fendi and Vincent Van Gogh.  All these artists and their respective artworks traverse the depths of human emotions like sadness, anxiety, grief and loss that resonate with many of us. Therefore, I have written the following elegy, taking these pieces as my muse. I am not Edvard Munch, But my screams are real. They aren't painted, But left my soul tainted. Can someone steal them? Maybe that would heal me. I am not Dora Maar, But my tears are real. They aren't because of a war, But still shook me to the core. Can someone steal them? Maybe that would heal me. I am not Austrian, But my sad messages are real. They have no news about a dead husband, But my heart is bludgeoned. Can someone steal them? Maybe that would heal me. I am not Van Gogh, But my expressionism in poetry is real. They aren't avant-garde, But I feel charred. Can someone steal them? Maybe that would heal me. I am not a legend...