An Apology to a Gem

I’m sorry for the times I hurt you,
When my heart was shattered and lost,
And you stood there, unwavering and true,
Giving love, no matter the cost.

You listened to my cries without a trace of judgment,
Made time for me when I was drowning deep.
You gave me warmth when I felt nothing at all,
While I struggled, unable to even weep.

You were always the first to lift me up,
To cheer me when I couldn’t find my way.
Compliments fell from your lips like kindness,
On days I was breaking, too hurt to stay.

I hurt you, I know, in my brokenness,
Yet you never seemed to care.
You took my anger, my pain, my frustration,
And held it like you could bear.

You were better than any friend I’ve known,
A healer in the midst of my storm,
Constantly nudging me toward the light,
When all I could feel was cold and worn.

I’m sorry if I’ve lost you now,
While chasing comfort from those who didn’t care.
I catered to people who only sought their own ease,
And in doing so, may have lost something rare.

You were the gem I didn’t know I had,
Until my hands were empty and bare.
Now I realize what I’ve let slip away,
And all I can offer is this tearful prayer.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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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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