Monsters In Disguise

Some of you, for pleasure you pay,
Money to daughters of others, just to play.
While I stood tired, worn down by creeps,
Yearning for kindness, for love that keeps.

Now you act as if I crossed a line,
Dragging your kin into this fight of mine.
But where was the care when I cried for grace?
I’m someone’s daughter, deserving a place.

Battling monsters since I was a child,
You wear your charm, but your heart is wild.
You talk of love, yet thirst for flesh,
A hollow pursuit, a heart’s cold mesh.

What did I even ask for?
For you to pamper and protect,
To treat me like a girl, to respect,
When did I ask for your money or your thought
To build me up, or a good image you sought?

Yet you called me a gold digger, made remarks about my figure,
And when I unveiled my strength, you recoiled in fright.
How can I focus on living while guys like you
Strip another for living, like vultures in view?
Go ahead, laugh, call me crazy,
In this world where my body’s just a phase,
To think I ever felt sorry for you,
For a single indecent touch, a twisted view.

Countless stares, not just a mere graze,
Yet you prattle on of womanly praise.
I’ve faced the shadows, the lies, the fright,
But I rise like the dawn, reclaiming my light.

And my flame won't die with me, you see,
I will raise my voice so countless others can be free.
For every whisper of pain, I’ll turn into a roar,
Igniting the strength to break down the door.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Comments

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.

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.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

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