Hiding In P(L)ain Sight

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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Amazon Worker

Hey there Amazon Worker, Do you think you pulled one over? Mocked my vulnerable side, only to protect your fake pride. I can’t fathom why I ever asked you to pamper and protect. Your wealth was never my concern, yet you watched my trust burn. As I began to share how I felt, you made a snide remark, hitting below the belt. Do you think I care if people change the way they stare? I’m no longer trying to hide; the girl you knew has long died. It’s amusing now that you said I remind you of your mother— What kind of devil hurts the daughter of another? Everyone says to forgive and forget since you were only a child. I would if you didn’t parade your weak masculinity, born of Rothschild. Your false grandeur can’t erase the damage done, I’ve found my strength and my journey’s just begun. If you thought you were good for my image, Know this: my growth surpasses your limits. I’m a woman whose name you can’t tear from the page, And I will stand tall, owning my own stage. ~ Kanika Kau...

Ocean’s Gentle Giants: The Manta Rays

17 September is a fun day, We are gonna learn about manta rays. Birds of the ocean world, so free, Gliding through waves with grace and glee. With minds so sharp, they're truly wise, Biggest brains for their size under ocean skies. Each one is special, a sight to see, With belly spots as unique as can be. They're gentle giants, calm and kind, But hands off, please, respect their mind. With long waits for young ones, they need our protection, Let’s conserve their world for future generations. Learn more about these amazing creatures and join us in celebrating World Manta Day

Not So Bhavya

Oh, drop the good guy act, You pretended to care, that's a fact. Someone who was hiding their own shame, Called me psycho and crazy, how lame. You tried to charm me with your coffer, Brushed off my pain, saying, “Stop it, or else I won’t buy a lightsaber.” You took all you could and then asked what I have to offer? Funny how you wanted to burn it all down when you lost your maker, But when I cried and screamed, called me a big faker. You claimed to know love, but never took the time, To understand my heart, my rhythm, my rhyme. You wrapped me in darkness while claiming the light, But all you offered was a hollow delight. Now your shadows fade, and I choose to ignite, I’ll weave my own stories, reclaiming my flight.

Cruising Alone

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