An Open Letter to My So-Called Former Lover

Remember the time you wanted me to be more assertive?
To shed my shy, "love-filled" self and step into some version of a hardened reality you had scripted?
I bet you thought you’d broken me, that your indifference and cruelty would leave me too damaged to fight back.

Well, here’s the reality you never anticipated.

You want me to spare your unborn child?
A soul that doesn’t even exist—what a wild, twisted thought.
But I’m too "evil" and "vile" for that, right?
Tell me, did you even consider any of that while you were laughing at my pain?
When I was screaming inside, you were off fantasizing about two naked women,
Leaving me with a burden you yourself couldn't face,
And risking my health without a single care—
But then you wanted to burn the hospital down when your father died.

I felt bad for you. Because you only have one father—not a set of two.
But how dare you reduce everything to "what love"
When you, the one who slept around freely, dare to act like it didn’t matter?
I wasn’t looking for a fling; I was building a home, a life, a future.
I never treated you like a blank cheque,
But apparently, you were too shallow to see that.

So before you ask me what I’ve "become,"
Why don’t you tell everyone what you’ve done?

“MOM JAISI"—LOL.
You didn’t just reject me; you killed all of me, piece by piece.
And no, this isn't about rejection. It never was.
It’s about betrayal. It’s about deception.
It’s about the very soul of me that you thought you could crush and twist and manipulate.

But guess what? I’m still here.
Still stronger than you ever expected.
And this letter—this truth—is something you can’t run away from.

~ 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

Cruising Alone

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