Comfortable

Tickle me

So

I can’t stop

Laughing

Tears of joy

Streaming freely

Elation

A wonderful feeling

Hug me

So

I can’t breathe

Gasping

Warm and comforting

Touching freely

Safety

A wonderful feeling

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-30.

Connected

Snatches of our history

Trapped

In the crevices of our minds

Pain

Fear

Laughter

Snatches of our future

Envisioned

In the crevices of our minds

Love

Acceptance

Happiness

Snatches of our lives

Collected

In the crevices of our bones

Memories

Awareness

Living

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-30.

Being

I laugh until I cry

I cry until I laugh

A thin line for me

In-between

Always

A way

To be

I sing until I smile

I smile until I sing

A narrow path for me

In-between

Always

A reality

To be

I shout until I’m silent

I’m silent until I shout

One way for me

In between

Always

A challenge

To be

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-30.

Sunshine

My soul

Seeks the heat

Of the summer sun

Chasing

Homesickness away

My life here

A kind safe place

My skin

Seeks the heat

Of the summer’s sun

Chasing

Winter’s paleness away

My life now

More than just fine

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-30

Freedom Day – 18 Years Later

I commemorate

My Freedom Day

Sleeping late

Savouring the memory

That day we crossed

“The Point of no return”

Crowded agendas

Hearts that continue to burn

Delivered

In liberation

Still

So much to learn

I celebrate

My Freedom Day

Quietly

Thoughts

Coursing through my mind

Some appreciation

Considering the hard times

Party politics long since left behind

No one explained

In liberation

We will still

After complete freedom yearn

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-27.

Wishes, Dreams, Prayers

I wish

I had a genie in a bottle

That could give me

A few more years

With Mamma and Nanna

To lean over their backs

Capturing more tools and tricks

Cooking

Their true gift

I wish

I wish

I wish

I hope

I have a little time

To perfect the skills

I gleaned from Mamma and Nanna

Begging at their heels

Baking and cooking

Their tireless patience

Which seem to have skipped me

I dream

I dream

I dream

I pray

I have the time

To pass on my skills

No other gifts

I have to offer

A heritage rich

Back to my little girl world

Firing a thousand questions

One day I will answer

I pray

I pray

I pray

Cooking Thursday night roti and curry… back to basics, By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-26.

Voices

Sing me a fun song

I want to shout

Silly little rhymes

Like when we were children

Old words

Making new meanings

Language always creates a way

Developing fresh feelings

Tell me a fun story

I want to shout

Quick punch lines

Like when we were children

Old words

Leaving me in stiches

Language always creates a way

To treasure fresh feelings

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-25.

Letting Go

Winter’s finally letting go

Instinctively moving on

A skill we have to nurture

Perhaps

Life will subsequently offer

A progressive future

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-25.

Creativity Underground

My patches silently wait

Creativity temporarily lost

A sewing machine on vacation

I’m constantly questioning

This current life station

Occasionally

The soul searches for a revelation

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-25.

Mind the Gap

Perspectives

Conspiring

The internal locus of control

Firing

Change

A process

Tiring

Visions

Transpiring

The external focus and control

Conspiring

Stagnation

A process

Firing

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-22.

Two-In-One

My soul

Seem to suffer

In isolation

One-in-billions

Two-in-one

Conscious

Sub-conscious

Going around

Ideas spiralling

Only

The mind

Traveling

My spirit

Seem to suffer

In communion

One-in-billions

Two-in-one

Present

Absent

Standing still

Ideas stagnating

Only

The thoughts

Migrating

My body

Seem to suffer

In gluttony

One-in-billions

Two-in-one

Able

Disabled

Moving forward

Cells transforming

Only

The visions

Mutating

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-22.

Name Calling

Revolutionary = Terrorist

Terrorist = Freedom Fighter

Freedom Fighter = Guerrilla

Guerrilla = Liberator

Liberator = Animator

Animator = Satirist

Satirist = Journalist

Journalist = Narrator

Narrator = Educator

…

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-21.

Revolutionary Ructions

A liberation movement

Unpacked

The pack of cards

Heavily stacked

A nation

Picking up the pieces

Over 300 years of history

Linked like chainmail

Poverty

Feeds systems frail

Inequality

Leaves us wailing

A liberation movement

In power

Alliances fragile

Mind the growing gap

Erstwhile

Progress

In globalisation trapped

Isolation

A market commodity

Populations transitory

Development

Challenges environmental integrity

A liberated nation

Following

The corrupt

An eternal enemy

Good intentions

Pay for leverage

Solidarity

Lost in perceived reality

Each truth dispersed

Society suffers flailing insanity

Chaos threatens

Hard-won victories

By Simone B Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-21.

Pregnant Seeds

A patient gardener

Waits inside

Below freezing

We’re losing time

Summer’s bounty

Waiting

Climate confuses weather

It seems like

Winter lingers

Longer than ever

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-21.

We are all Revolutionaries

Every revolution

Produces

A generation of critical thinkers

Intellectuals

Born in its underbelly

Their histories

Telling

Freedom

The good they are selling

Never homogenous

Every revolution

Produces

A generation of followers

Hopefuls

Produced through its word spinning

Their histories

Waiting

Deliverance

The new way of living

Always heterogeneous

Every revolution

Produces

A generation of workers

Slaves

Produced through its aspirations

Their reality

Straining

Existing

The only way of surviving

Always desperate

Every revolution

Produces

A generation of casualties

Walking wounded

Produced in its battles

Their reality

Slipping

The pain they carry

Always repressed

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-20. (post for 2012-04-19)

Where to leave the blame?

Despair

The latest news

A raging voice

Quietly speaking out

Never fails to leave me

I’m still baffled

Once again this internalised violence

Promote Boys to men

Women survivors

Their dignity divested

Some perpetrators never arrested

The latest news

Too commonplace

My community

Gradually losing face

Our “moral high ground”

Slowly slipping away

We can break the chains

This kind of violence

Completely out of place

The latest news

Once again scrapes away my scabs

This shame we all bear

Rapists reared and protected

Their terrorism

Renders us all as victims

Peace and freedom

Does not meet the demands

Of total liberation

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-18. Thank you Natlalie Johnson, you bring a voice to the voiceless! Bring the scourge of rape in South Africa to the centre of attention.

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In Reality

My reality

Have many angles

Comfort and love

Acceptance

Flashes of perceived wisdom

Often touching in the dark

Hoping

Nature will bring its part

My reality

Have many angles

Doubt and insecurity

Rejection

Flashes of fresh insight

Waiting for a bright start

Hoping

Expectant to bring my part

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-18.

Tuesday Blues

Love Immigrant

My pendulum swings freely

Rejection

Acceptance

Reflection

The life of an immigrant

Often

Unclear

My thoughts move freely

Reflection

Rejection

Acceptance

The life of an immigrant

Shaped

Clearly

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-17.

Side-lined

On the periphery

I can venture an opinion

Reign over my

Diminishing dominion

Roar like a young lion

Trapped in an open fire

Do we ever

Get all we desire

On the periphery

I can disappear into oblivion

Command

Expansive opinions

Whisper like the mist

Trapped in an ice cave

Do we ever

Really play with fire

On the periphery

I can question an alliance

Desire

Communion quiet

Scream bloody betrayal

Bask in the desert sun

Do we ever

Understand what naturally transpire

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-17.

Just Another Ordinary Day

Every day we

Mediate

Negotiate

Concentrate

Capturing

Daily tasks

Tearing away

Hidden parts

Chasing

Unexplored

Smarts

Embracing

Shortcomings

Dark

Every day we

Extrapolate

Celebrate

Pontificate

Life’s work

Peeling away

Every layer

Capturing

Treasures

Accepting

Losses

Festering

Every day we

Exaggerate

Deliberate

Meditate

Existing

Scraping away

Every patch

Exposing

Banality

Legitimately

Chasing

Authenticity

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-16.

Confessions of an Addict

The mere idea

Of food

Excites me

Endless hours in exploration

Nurtured

In flavours defined

Smell

Taste

Delectable bliss

Transcends pain

Longevity

More than tranquillity

I stand the risk

To gain

The mere idea

Of laughter

Excites me

Endless hours in communion

Close friends

A unique union

Voices

Giggles

Outrage

Transcends loneliness

More than camaraderie

I stand the risk

To gain

The mere idea

Of textiles

Excites me

Endless hours creating

Mix and match

Cut and sew

Designs unique

Colours

Textures

Connections

Transcends old and new

More than ideology

I stand the risk

To gain

By Simone B Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-15.

Missing Mass Motion

I miss the violence of the ocean

Its relentless release of energy

Pounding at the senses

At a distance

Playing safe

Motion trapped in sensation

Salty my own leaks

Gentle it breaks at my feet

I miss the beauty of the ocean

Its relentless push and pull

Pounding uninterrupted

Coming in close

Playing safe

Motion trapped in meditation

Sweet the sun on bare skin

Gentle friction creates fine sand

I miss the company of the ocean

Its relentless patience

Pounding inside

Coming together

Playing safe

Motion slowly distilled

Sweet the tickling sweat

Gentle ideas counteract wild cries

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe

Slow Lane

No fish and chips of Friday night

Life in the slow lane

Without much fighting

Less charged with barren pain

Sweet the taste of peace

Bitter the discarded regrets

No broken glasses

Empty vases

Still waiting for spring’s flowers

No late night music on Friday night

Life in the slow lane

Without much dancing

Less charged with screaming pain

Sweet the taste of peace

Bitter the discarded tears

No broken hearts

Empty starts

Still waiting for the total sum of the parts

No sitting at the kitchen table on Friday night

Life in the slow lane

Without much chancing

Less charged with wild wishes

Sweet the taste of peace

Bitter the broken words spilled

No fragmented dreams

Empty souls

Still waiting for tranquillity whole

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-13.

Awareness

My tears lurk beneath the surface

Cloudy with light showers

The occasional forecast

Weak the power of the sun

This universe

My only one

My pain hides deep within

Dark skies with thunder and lightning

The occasional forecast

Strong the power of the will

This consciousness

My only one

My happiness on the surface

Sunny with clear skies

The occasional forecast

Constant the comforting heat

This reality

My only one

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-12

Precious Gifts

Emotional

My emotional treasure chest

Occasionally empty

Abundant resources

Hide in reserve

Self-love

Deserved

My emotional arsenal

Occasionally overflowing

Scarce resources

Summarily withdrawn

Tainted love

Burned

My emotional roller coaster

Occasionally still

Growing resources

Inimitable

Our love

Celebrates free will

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-11.

Acknowledgement

Grief

Hate

Fear

We want to banish

Joy

Love

Bravery

We want to embrace

Sadness

Pain

Regret

We want to avoid

Happiness

Adoration

Passion

We want to chase

Anger

Loss

Resentment

We want to reject

Commitment

Friendship

Compassion

We want to enjoy

Feelings

Gratitude

Acceptance

We are want balance

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-11.

Tuesday Tinkering

Nirvana

Life and death

Natural partners

Never sure of the place hereafter

We all chase

Nirvana

Life and living

Natural partners

An expectation to see the day hereafter

We all seek greener

Pastures

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-10

Between the Lines

A dialogue lost

Between the lines

Waiting for delivery

A difficult time

A conversation collected

Between the line

Gathering new ideas

A vision blind

A voice gaining momentum

Between the lines

Harmony and movement

We seldom find

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe

Searching

I chase creativity

Stuck

In wide eyed wonder

Sometimes

Helplessness descends

I cannot shake

The feeling

Like I’m looking in

Lives moving forward around me

This sensation like I am standing still

Continues to astound me

I explore creativity

Everyday

A riot of colour mesmerise me

Rich soil calls me to dig in

Jumbling words threaten to confuse

The words of a veteran’s memoir lure me

His pain wakens mine

Our paths will never cross

Even though we once maybe tread the same trails

A love for words

Perhaps our common grail

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, currently reading the André Brink’s Memoir. 2012-04-09. 

Celebration

Pain and Comfort

The absence of their noise

Pains me

The knowledge of their existence

Comforts me

The presence of their voice

Pains me

The knowledge of their gifts

Comforts me

Easter Weekend has always been about the rituals of making pickle fish and baking buns, just like we used to tend the graves and shared easter eggs. We always used to fill small rooms with lots of people, laughter and joy radiated! This one is is for the family (living now and then), by Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-08.

She is my Inspiration

We used to bicker and fight

Like all siblings sometimes do

Now it is mostly

Connecting

In matters light, occasionally blue

We used to disconnect

Like all siblings sometimes do

Now it is mostly

Connecting

Every day pooling ideas old and new

We used to wait and see

Like all siblings sometimes do

Now it is mostly

Connecting

In the here and now, just in case there is no tomorrow

We used to wonder what will happen when we are older

Like all siblings sometimes do

Now it is mostly

That we know

We are older, collectively raising younger versions of ourselves bolder

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, for Milla, Happy Birthday! I love you! 2012-04-08.

Master Classes

It was a master class

Every week at the kitchen table

This everyday room

Suddenly a hub creating extra income

Keeping busy

Lest I got lost

Underfoot

Making and baking

Nurtured

An insatiable love to cook

Their passion more than a feeling

Brooked in my body’s every nook

It was a master class

Every once in a while at the kitchen table

This everyday room

Suddenly a hub creating extra income

Keeping busy

Lest I get lost

Underfoot

Making and creating

Fevered

An inspirational need to manipulate textiles

Their passion more than a feeling

A busy mind captured -- impatient hands arrested

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe. Mamma, Nanna, Mammie and Daddy… you somehow managed to keep me busy, I never seemed to stray very far when you were baking and creating. Love You, 2012-04-08.

Blessings Counted

My life stands still

In bliss

Every day

I wonder what is this

Well fed, sheltered

Always learning new ideas

Tempered

Blessings

Extended

It is well with my soul

In bliss

Every day

I wonder what is this

Spiritual gifts growing

Always visions showing

Tempered

Blessings

Extended

My life moves forward

In bliss

Every day

I wonder what is this

Gathering friendships special

Always searching for opening doors

Tempered

Blessings

Extended

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-07

Disappearing Souls

Sheltered care

They learn to endure

Independence

Gradually lost

Walking

Talking

Less secure

Suddenly

Caught in a new milieu

A failing mind

Trapped

In a failing body

For old age

No shelf life guaranteed cure

Sheltered care

They have lost their choice

Complicity

Gradually growing

Sitting

Lying

Less unsure

Suddenly

Buying into this duplicity

Old age caught up

Trapped

Between four walls

In old age

We learn to all the minor indignities accept

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-07

Mourneday Thursday

Roller Coaster

Worry

Follow us around

Pain

Hides in every crevice of the soul

Laughter

Offers magic healing

Every moment of the day

These emotions

Time stealing

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-05.

Words no longer

A strong hand

Greeted me today

No longer

Words

Conveying the meaning

You wish to say

I only wonder

When will it be

My day

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-05.

Far and Near

On three continents

We will remember

Passover

Pickled fish and hot cross buns

Laughter and tears

Family connections

On the run

On three continents

We will commemorate

Passed over

Sunday morning koe'sisters

Fast growing teenager’s

Sweet and innocent little feet

We are now the older ones

On three continents

We remain

Passionate

Treasure family traditions dear

Question visions clear

Celebrate victories sweet

Soon we will again meet

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-05

Death follows Everything

Death is visiting

In my neighbourhood

An unwelcome guest

The strongest souls

Offered a new test

Death visited

Here before

The living left behind

Our voices strong

One day we will also move along

Death is waiting

Everywhere

Each moment we anticipate

Time lost

Reality sometimes hits too late

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-04.

Slowly but Surely

We slowly

Transcend

Our childhood

History

Living

In a new world reality

Cherish fresh

Opportunity

Consider options

Free

We slowly

Comprehend

Our childhood

Brutality

Existing

In a new world complexity

Contemplate old

Impunity

Challenge options

Free

We slowly

Understand

Our childhood

Veracity

Growing

In a new world positivity

Bury old

Cruelty

Celebrate options

Free

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe for Jasmin, thank you for keeping it real!
2012-04-03.

Naiveté

Democracy = materialism

Poverty = wealth hunting

Rich = wanting more

Comfortable = apathy

Survival = accepting reality

Democracy = liberation

Poverty = dignity

Rich = philanthropy

Comfortable = activism

Survival = peace

Democracy = peace

Poverty = inequality

Rich = solidarity

Comfortable = pushing boundaries

Survival = Living

Democracy = evolution

Poverty = revolutionary

Rich = innovatory

Comfortable = sacrifice

Survival = freedom

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-02.

A tall tree in the wind

I swing and sway

Between challenges

Like the April* weather in March

Spring is finding a difficult time to start

Lost my dreams

In every new day’s heart

I swing and sway

Between ideas

Like the rain when the sun shines

Budding trees are finding a difficult time to start

Lost my wishes

In every year passed

I swing and sway

Between seasons

Like the push and pull of the tides

Sleeping bulbs are finding a time difficult to start

Lost my stories

In every new teller’s mouth

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-04-01. *In Sweden it is not uncommon to have all four seasons in one day, hence the saying “April weather”.