I don’t like what they call me,


So frivolous a word can hardly explain
All your profile pictures saved in my phone,
All the hoardes of unanswered texts
Nursing feeble hopes,
The reeking desperation in the calls
Made to your friends,
Searching for traces of me in your Facebook posts
For days on end.
Liking all of your photos on Instagram,
Just to make sure you notice me,
And before I realise, I’ve been “blocked”
Oh – that’s a word I’ve come to hate lately!

When my online voyages fail
To carry me to my destination,
The physical world awaits the commencement
Of my second test of relentless patience.
All those hours of waiting outside your house,
Do not, and will never, bother me
If it means I will get to glance upon your face,
For a minute, or two, or three.
My mama says “You’re a gem, darling,
“That dumb boy don’t deserve you”
I wish she could peep inside my heart,
She’d call me “obsessed” too.

Not a new thing is this, I’ve been burning with desire for years,
Ever since my mind can recall
Confessing my secrets to him, however, is a forbidden risk,
I know a heartbreak would be my Heaven’s call.
So now that you know what an incapacitating  intoxication
Is this love that I really possess;
Tell me, can the storms of my heart’s yearning
And this reverential adoration,
Be trivialised by the word “obsessed”?




Your day is never complete until you layer me generously on your lips,
You’re addicted to me! I mean, my numbers fill your office bag!
Red, pink, brown, magenta, lilac even!
Sometimes you’re so confused you combine me with another just to make your green eyes pop!
You spend hours in the store, searching for my perfect shade,
Those fierce swatch lines adorning your wrist like a disease by the time you leave,
Sometimes I make you feel like a flirtatious young filly,
Other times I stroke the enchantress hidden inside you,
In the morning I sit, proud and glorious on those supple lips of yours,
By evening I’m a half-eaten mess,
But you love the high, don’t you?
I’m not inanimate to you;
To you I’m almost a dear friend
A pocket-sized , tube shaped friend!

One sided love – what have you done?

One sided love – what have you done?

Shy glances made up the most part of her day,

The pain in her heart was here to stay,

The man she loved, never looked her way,

One-sided love, isn’t that what they say?

She heard red was his cherished color, so that’s what she wore,

She heard he loved a wild one, she began going out more,

She heard he favored a slim frame, she ran miles till she was sore,

One-sided love, are you keeping score?

His heart, alas, was taken by a dame,

Who had a prettier face, and a far richer name,

Love meant nothing to her, to her it was a game,

One-sided love, oh wasn’t that a shame?

Our little love-struck bird, she wrote him a note,

Confessing her love, this is what she wrote,

“My love for you knows no end, believe me

When I say it’s you to whom my heart I devote”

One glance at the crumpled paper arouses his attention,

One look at the passionate words kindles repulsion,

One fluid movement, paper torn, he kills an expectation,

One-sided love, why this humiliation?

Our little love-struck bird, broke and cracked,

He loved the wild ones, she put on one last act,

The slit on her neck, red, his favorite shade,

One-sided love…or just a glorified renegade?



Hello world!

My name is Nayonika. I’m a 21 year old idiot who happens to love writing, singing, reading, eating and marathon-watching gossip shows. 

This blog started out of the innate restlessness that was in me to share my thoughts, my opinions and my interests to everyone of you who might relate to me, like my work, or simply even want to give me a bit of your world as well! 

So I hope you enjoy as we go along creating new experiences in this blog, all accompanied by good classical music and plenty of doughnuts to fund our sugar highs.