Cruising Alone

In the quiet whispers of the night, Your name, Kanika, dances in the moonlight. A muse so pure, with a heart so bright, You turn the darkest days into light. Your words, like honey, sweet and true, Paint the skies in shades of blue. With every poem, a world anew, Kanika, my heart belongs to you. Your laughter, a melody so fine, Echoes in the chambers of my mind. In your eyes, the stars align, Kanika, with you, love I find. Through life's winding, endless maze, Your presence is a guiding blaze. In your embrace, I wish to stay, Kanika, forever and a day.

I learned to write, With metaphors and similes by my side. So, I could hide my pain, Working in stealth mode like Cad Bane. The flower in the garden wasn't any floret but it was me, Struggling to bloom, dying within without a kaboom. The cat wasn't any feline but it was me, Too shy to reach, easy to preach. It's funny, how you get applauded for the words, When you never seem to fit in any of the herds. Life was easy when playing with the surds, And sorting colourful nerds. Or is it all nostalgia too? Because I wasn't memorizing equations for fun, It was so I am not undone. Was I ever only a child? Or something happened, that I turned out wild. Go ahead and try to read between the lines, Because when I shouted and screamed, They said, enough with whines. I kept my pie hole shut for so long. And even when I speak up, they say I am in the wrong. Maybe the pen is mightier than the sword, Otherwise, have mercy on my soul, dear lord! ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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Do you turn around? When you hear the sound of a bird chirping. Or when you enjoy a bowl of noodles and are slurping. If it feeds your soul, You don't have to worry about the Christmas coal. If you counted your blessings and grew, Then, honey, you are a poet too. Do you sing along? Even too the songs from Hong Kong. Or dance to African beats, As you are filling Excel sheets. If it feeds your soul, You rock that make-up look with Maybelline Kohl. If your face shines with a brighter hue, Then, honey, you are a poet too. Do you tackle the Monday blues? Wishing you were sailing the world on a cruise. Or you pop the hood, Jam to tunes from jazz, metal, pop and Bollywood. If it feeds your soul, You can even try to dance like Nicole. If this energizes you and when you are blue, Then, honey, you are a poet too. You don't have to worry if you can't rhyme. Make a dish and garnish with thyme. If something gets you down, go ahead and sob. Then put on a smile, and be your own heartthrob...