Beyond Your Price Tag

You, who threw money at pain to dull it,
Spent thousands for fleeting moments of pleasure,
Believing it could wash away the shame,
While I stood, silent, knowing better.

You pitied me?
Me, who has felt the cold grip of darkness
Since childhood, crying for light when it never came?
You think you know suffering,
But I’ve seen the face of it,
In every tear, every bruise on my soul.

You tried to teach me love—
As if I hadn't already faced the worst of it,
As if my body wasn’t already a battleground,
As if I hadn't learned the cost of being a woman
In a world that stifles every scream.

And yet, you,
The one who brags about money and power,
Could not face your own emptiness.
Telling me I’m less,
That I’d need to be someone else,
As if I ever wanted to be anyone but me.
But your shame? It was always there.
I saw it before you could even speak of it.

You talk of wealth,
Of lightsabers, of pride,
But when I cried in pain, where was your strength?
Where was your heart?
You couldn’t buy the peace you sought.

~ 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

Cruising Alone

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