The Weight Of Light

Do you know what it feels like?
To want to burn your own skin,
Touched by lust, sullied by hunger—
Before I clawed at them, I tore within.

Do you think there’s a reward if I keep moving on?
My soul yearns to be set free, to be gone.
But why did I forget, that my soul and body are mine?
Why was I careless, crossing that line?

Or was I just tired, weary and worn,
Of eyes that devour, with hunger and scorn?
Why did I think, giving to one could suffice,
To shield me from others, to pay the price?

How can I, as a woman, speak of pride,
When I betrayed myself, cast my truth aside?
How could I preach of love and light,
When I surrounded myself in the shadows of night?

Am I not a false prophet, lost in my clouds?
How could I guide, when my heart shouts loud?
Are these words of wisdom just to show?
If I can’t walk my path, how can I help others grow?

How can I make their lives bright,
If I can't carry my own inner 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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