Unleashing My Fire

I’ve kept my strength hidden,
Like it might betray me if I let it show.
Always second-guessing, always quiet,
While settling for less, even when I know.

I take what’s not meant for me,
Things that dull the light I carry inside.
And over time, frustration festers,
Like a storm, I’ve refused to ride.

Why can’t I say what I truly crave?
Why do I let their voices matter more?
I bend and shrink, afraid to break,
Afraid that they’ll see me roar.

I am tired of holding myself small,
Tired of pretending I don’t need more.
Why should I care what others think?
When I’ve known my desires from the core.

I’ve carried the weight of being “nice,”
Of hiding the fire that burns my chest.
But it’s time to shed this quiet facade,
And demand what’s truly for my best.

Let them talk, let them judge,
I won’t play by their rules anymore.
I am done with second-guessing,
It’s time to stand in my own power’s core.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Comments

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.

Stay Away

Stay away, stay away Keep those hands away Stay away, stay away I am not on display Stay away, stay away I just want my name on the hard black clay Stay away, stay away I am a kid who just wants to play Stay away, stay away All these memories are like a never-ending screenplay ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Model Men and Their Modern Myths

Here come the men who love their pride, With “culture” on speed dial, their mothers beside them. They want a wife who’ll light the lamp, While they scroll through pages of virtual vamp. They call themselves leaders, oh so wise, But sex ed is a topic they just despise. If you ask them about anatomy's flow, They’ll stammer, then boast about paychecks to show. Progressive now, they’ll have you believe, Because daughters study, and daughters leave The home to work—but don’t go too far, Or they’ll pull you right back by some invisible bar. They crave the respect, the honour, the fame, Yet when faced with real talk, they’re quick to shame. These "modern men" with their ancient views— One foot in the past, and the other confused. Oh, fools of entitlement, kings of the mud, With egos so fragile, they’re bound to flood At the slightest nudge of applied insight— They’ll laugh, then pull you out of their sight. So here’s to these men, these leaders so grand, With “values” in one, ...

Cruising Alone

Search This Blog