Cruising Alone

It’s one of those days again The way I’m feeling, it’s insane It’s getting hot in here, don’t need the gym sesh to sweat, oh dear Maybe nights would’ve been more fun with reckless choices, like playing with a loaded gun But lately, I’ve been getting good at catering to my temptations icing my cakes and buns Who cares about those part-time lovers, someone’s new petty chauffeurs Isn’t it amazing to have grown, enjoying the sounds of my moans… 

Have you seen through it all? Did your heart ache when the angels took the fall? Were you breathless while you were drowning in that mess? Did you look for the light when it was nothing but countless empty nights? Did it ever feel like this - just a face in the crowd, hiding from the otherworldly kiss? Did you see it all clearly, how you escaped death, nearly?

  I never understand it, Why people are so afraid of letting me shine, As if I stole something from them and made it mine. They’d rather have me stay small, Than proudly cheer when I stand tall. I’ve seen this on repeat, Ever since I was born, As if I took something of theirs, Snatched it and made my throne. People won’t tell me things— What if I win? As if I was forcefully put in this skin. I’ve rarely seen people truly appreciate me at all, Yet I’ve seen them try to pull me down in a group, But one-on-one, they’re trying to win my affection, And then label me with duplicitous intentions. They may be sad if I die, But often make sure I never fully thrive. So, I go on and hide, Enjoying all my sides.

They laughed at me, Saying, I cry easy. "It is just a movie." But I was only ten., Learning to write with a pen., Still amused by who came first - egg or hen. I started swallowing my pain., Always waiting for it to rain., Not realizing the growing weight of my chain. Now, I am learning to be free, Solving my mystery., So, I can flourish like a tree. I don't want to take any potions. Only want to make sense of all my emotions. Overcoming all the preconceived notions. No, you can't catch me with a snare; Hoping to glide in the air, As I lay bare. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Take up the Space;  There is so much to Embrace. Play your cards right- Always bet on Ace. If you lose a Race, Show yourself, Grace. There is more than one path; Don't be afraid even if got stuck in a Maze. Sometimes pull back and Retrace, Make adjustments and set a new Pace. Put a smile on your Face, And keep taking up Space. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Can I advance to writing songs?? Please, comment and let me know.  I feel like an empty vessel, hun; I can't make any more Kessel runs. The weight feels too much on my trestle, Mum. I tried to nestle myself rather than have fun. But I don't wanna feel like this anymore; I have dreams to live that I adore. I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore- My life can't be a sad lore. So, baby girl just move on (move on), Throw these bags, And get your groove on (groove on). After every dusk, there is a new dawn; Burn like the sun but still dream on. Dream On... I feel like I lost my Babylon; I wish I could feel like an Amazon, So, I could fight these Megalodons- Anything is better to do than babble on. Yeah, I don't wanna feel like this anymore; I have dreams to live that I adore. I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore- My life can't be a sad lore. So, baby girl just move on (move on), Throw these bags, And get your groove on (groove on). After every dusk, there is a new daw...

She is the one, that I never thought I would meet. She is the one, who throws a shade in  Summer heat. She is the one, who makes all the colors pop. She is the one, who dances to indie and hip-hop. She is the one, who believes in the Jedi lore. She is the one, with whom you will never snore. She is the girl that I love.. She is the girl who is a foxglove She is the girl that I love.. She is the girl who reminds me of a dove She is the girl that I love..

I have been told, I often write sad and depressing poems and maybe a little complicated poems that are difficult to understand and grasp. So, here is a fun little poem that I wrote while in a preppy mood. Esperando Que Les Guste.. I am tired of playing small. I would rather have a ball Stretch my wings and fly No longer want to crawl and cry Maybe have a little chat On a talk show with Chris Pratt Or maybe go on a tour  With likes of Mandy Moore Well there is so much to do Could star in a movie too Shoutout to Sam Raimi and Jon Favreau Can I be part of Spider-Man and woo you two Lend my voice to a Disney character Or get roasted by Simon Cowell on X-Factor Create my own little Jannat Be a party guest at Mannat I am cool with making memories Hang out with family and friends wearing fun accessories Added the lines to sound well-rounded Otherwise may get hounded Have all my dreams come alive And let myself thrive So let me heal and heal tonight Climb and fall but still reach new heigh...

Emotions are many but words are few. As beautiful as drops of dew. I can't figure out a way to tell you. I feel they have lost their hue. It feels like I am captured in a bottle, And trying to gasp for air. There won't be a card reading, Handle with care. Trying to hide inside a nutshell; It feels like I am stuck in a deep well. They say time has the power to heal the pain, But when surrounded by dozens of chains, All the efforts seem in vain. There's nothing to do but cry in the rain.

So much has happened since the fall Losing on, I might have dropped the ball The past keeps lingering on my mind Gotta hold on to something, anything worthwhile I could find Realize this every day and every night No strong will to fight Guess I am just burning out Time and again losing this bout Guess I am just burning out Teardrops in silence no one can hear me shout I have some memories but I want them to faint. Just vanish away, and leave no taint Because all this was not planned for me But screw the plans it was destined to be I may be caught in a blank stare As the head keeps boiling in its own flare Guess I am just burning out Time and again losing this bout Guess I am just burning out Teardrops in silence no one can hear me shout When I started off I gave away my all But was later instructed to start small Broke what I thought was my Porcelain doll It's a choice I made after all Made this error and lost my prime ...

Hey, amigos :) So, I wrote a poem about a boy and a flower but this time it's about a girl and her tiger, whom she cherishes the most in her life. And no, this tiger is nothing like Shere Khan or Richard Parker :P Esperando Que Les Guste... Once upon a time Maybe not that long ago With the onset of autumn or so A baby girl chortled her way into the jungle Jaunting through it, she came across Wonderful creatures to play along No matter what the shape or sound Each was exceptional to have around But one that was dear to her heart Was none other than the tiny tiger cub Day in and day out she nurtured the cub Hoping that someday it will become the majestic one As the time passed by, It became arduous for her to satisfy The needs of the apple of her eye Skeptical  that maybe She wasn't enough for the baby Thought it would be better To find someone else to cater The one that would match her capa...

Hey, readers :) Here I am sharing with you another poem that I wrote, around 2 years back. I have published it before on  Watstory  but also here so all of my poems are in one place.  Esperando Que Les Guste... In a garden, a flower bloomed with a different hue, It was as pure and fresh as a morning dew. Full of tenderness and kindness to offer, That is valued more than any gold-filled coffer. A fragrance that took one to a utopian place, Where everyone is gentle and shows grace. But as it is said “one bad apple spoils a bunch”, That’s what happened when they let it scrunch. Soon it lost all its shine and vigour, And then the day came when it started to wither. All it needed was some rain and sunshine, But all it got was pain and no one to call mine. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse