My Tears Have Dried...

My tears have dried, no more weeping
For the ones who turned their backs,
The ones I nurtured in their darkness,
While they hid their cowardice,
Pretending to be a light,
Yet casting shadows on my soul.

I listened when they had no one to call,
Gave my heart to those who risked my health,
All the fake well-wishers,
Friends in name only,
So-called lovers with their shameful confessions,
Thinking I would be their soft landing,
Never judging, never condemning.

But now, I fiercely guard my peace,
My energy, my soul—
To all of you, I say,
Fuck off!
I’m not that caring woman anymore,
Not your emotional sponge,
Not your therapist in disguise.

Dare to call me anything but my name?
I’ll sever the ties that bind,
Chop off the words that make you feel like a man.
When you couldn’t take no for an answer,
Didn’t see my discomfort,
An awful man claiming to be THE MAN,
Who says he has a sister,
Yet doesn’t care for another's daughter.

Respect is not a gift, it’s a right,
If you can’t honour women in general,
Forget about respect for your own mother.
My tears have dried,
And with them, the weight of your shame.
I rise, stronger, unyielding,
No longer bound by your false light.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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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.

Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.

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.

Cruising Alone

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