In The Name Of Protection

You parade yourselves as guardians true,
But I see now, that you wore a mask or two.
You took advantage of my confusion,
Turning my trauma into your illusion.

You said, “I’ll protect you, I’ve got your back,”
While secretly, you plotted, leaving me off track.
When I questioned your actions, so cold and cruel,
You said, “Stop playing the victim,” like a tool.

I’ve been lost, distraught, broken down,
And yet you say you’ve always been around.
You speak of boundaries, yet violate mine,
While I stand defenceless, crossing your line.

You brush me off as a child, so small,
My experiences were denied, like nothing at all.
You’re the protectors, the men of the world,
Yet to your advantage, my pain’s unfurled.

When a woman dares to exploit you, you rage,
But when you do it, it’s all on the stage.
You call me foolish, weak, insane,
For questioning why you left me in pain.

You lure me with wealth, your silver, your gold,
As if it could make up for the lies you’ve told.
You seduce me with promises, yet I stay blind,
Building a home in my mind, a fantasy I’d find.

A homeland I made, a place to call mine,
Where love and protection would somehow align.
But in my heart, I built a lie,
A make-believe world, where no pain could pry.

You showed me a world of shimmer and sheen,
But behind it all, there was nothing but green.
A landscape of emptiness, cold and cruel,
My heart was fooled by a glittering jewel.

I once believed in the ideal, the love, the friend,
But now I see through the masks you defend.
I can forgive, though the scars remain,
But you can’t let go of your pride, your disdain.

You’ll never admit the pain you caused,
Instead, you’ll justify, your conscience paused.
But I am not insane, not stupid, not blind,
I see the truth, buried in your mind.

~ 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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