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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Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.

Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Cruising Alone

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