Cruising Alone

In a beautiful garden rare, A little bumblebee frolicked with care. Her eyes were always open wide, Discovering lovely flowers with every stride. She went to all and did the usual meet and greet, Collecting nectar sometimes bitter sometimes sweet. One day fluttering through a known corner, Gazed upon the flowering Quince wrapped in strange armour. Asked around about the captivating quince, They asked her to stay away with a wince. But the humble bee didn't judge a book by the cover,  Flew towards the Quince and started to hover. The Quince was covered with plenty of thorns, But had the sweet fragrance so she didn't bother about the small horns. The shrub was happy with the tiny admirer, Telling her anecdotes which caused such a furore. Every time the bee flittered over, Her wings were battered by the thorny armour.  The bee was going through her own problems, Mentioned to the Quince that she will come after autumn...

Hey, do you still remember, All the things, we bonded over. Can you name them in one go, Or should I count and let you know? About the course, we would rather do, When we were running from the summer loo. Adventures of Han, Leia and Luke. Who among R2 or BB-8 is cute? Choosing fav from the superhero clan, And shouting friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man 🕷 All the songs that got the fame, While listening to Akcent's That's My Name. Believe me, it's not just these four, If you are ready we can count on some more. The temper tantrums that we threw, The childhood skirmishes as if we were Sun Tzu. The crushes that we had, All the things we did to make each other mad. A bunch of Happy Meals that we ordered, Fighting for the toys and getting them reordered. Splurging our banknotes, Me on Indian coins, you on World currency notes. No, I am not done at eight You might forget but I am not letting them fad...

When you let the 10 years old you write 😃 I want to go back to the time When we said, Let your light shine. I want to go back to the place Where we played, And ran the fun race. I want to go back and eat All the fries and ice, And not worry about the diet to cheat. I want to go back and meet Adorable fuzzy beings, Whom every day I used to greet. I want to go back and make Boxes of crazy artefacts And not ponder over what was at stake. I just want to go If you figure out how, Let me know.

We had a history, even before we ever knew Standing next to each other in the queue You might not remember but I do Some years later, don't know which day The brief talk that we had in the hallway About the galaxy far far away Fast forward to the year eighteen Your name popped up on my screen We talked all night as if high on caffeine Was afraid because it seemed too good to be true Said you will be there when I need you to Didn't know then what you would put me through I asked you, will you be there When I might go off the rails You said don't worry let's unfurl the sails But when the push came to shove You just left me and took all the love I felt like a battered dove Know, I too made a mistake But was it worth the heartbreak You slept peacefully but I was awake And you blamed it all on me Wonder why just couldn't see All you wanted was to break free And when I asked you to stay But you believed in making hay While I cried, you ...

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

Hey, people! My apologies, I have been away from the writing scene for a long time. I guess this is what a writer's block is all about :P Anyway here I am again, with a story, but the only difference this time is that I have woven the words into a poem. Esperando Que Les Guste... I once knew a little boy Whose act of kindness gave us joy No matter what the problem He didn't give up and reached for the sky One day while strolling through the woods He found something captivating in the redwoods Enchanted with the pristine flower he discovered Ran towards it, oblivious of what it concealed under Just like 'Everything that glitters ain't gold' The mystery of the flower was about to unfold The floret thrived on pliant souls Draining anyone who got its hold Soon the little boy wasn't that benevolent anymore Time passed by, and he was abhorred And though the floret shimmered day and night All and sundry stayed away fro...