Markers

Trapped in the familiar

The mind recalls

A particular continental gait

A shoulder shrug collected

Like the little grunts we naturally make

Taste and style

Acquired over long while

Childhood agility

Social enmity

We are all

From some place

Soothed by the familiar

The mind recalls

A special childhood taste

The unpredictable pattern of falling rain

The awkward trot of one caught out

A warm lap’s protective hug

The soothing scent of spiced tea

We all recall

These markers

Known safe

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-09-20.

Praying

Dear God

Give me courage to be brave

To travel in this universe like

The earth steadfast in its orbit

Warm like the morning sun

Slowly burning away the morning dew

Like the shame of passing beyond the awkward moments

Of uttering hurtful words

Splattered with pride and false conceit

Dear Universe

Give me strength to be strong

To travel this earth

Like the millions of stars in the milky way

Cool like the midwinter moon silver in the sky

Catching crystal edges of every exposed drop frozen in the moment

To live you have to breathe, to see you have to blink

Every action instinctively driven

Finality we never see

Dear Soul

Give me an opportunity to be humble

There is always a chance to trip and stumble

The mind delivering a conscientious rumble

In articulating pain we seldom falter

Laughing gradually leaves

Special moments forever altered

Expressions shallow and deep

One way to solitary company keep

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-12

Down Memory Lane

Forever trapped

Nineteen

In your shorts

Black and white

Mountain ravines

The only shadow

Our lives

Were never

Shallow

Forever trapped

Decades later

In my mind

In technicolour

Steep trails

Shades leeched

Our history

Will never be

Shallow

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe,  2013-01-12.

Poverty’s Voice

Poverty’s dialogue

Always re-written

Sleeping on the floor

Uninvited guests

Wait behind the door

A situation insecure

Politics rule

Less is more

Poverty’s conversations

Always replayed

Too proud to ask

Self-invited guests

Feed at the trough

A situation grotesque

Socially spooled

More is never less

Poverty’s talk

Always relayed

Quietly prayed

Banished visitors

Seldom leave in haste

Actions seeks voices chaste

Shame rules

More and more means less and less

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-12.

Longing

I miss 

The midday heat

Scorching my bare soles

Running 

Hitting every shady spot

A second's relief

Damn!

Why 

Is summer always….

So unbearably hot!

I miss 

The midnight heat

Scratching my bare back

Lying

Touching every cool spot

A moment's relief

Damn!

Why

Is life always….

A complicated lot!

I miss

The early morning heat

Enveloping a busy mind free

Searching

To find a peaceful spot

Damn!

Why

Do we feel compelled

To accept every convoluted plot!

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-20.

A storyteller’s Bane

An empty page

Inflicts unsolicited pain

Every story begging to be told

Leaves me hungry to find the words

Understanding each nuance

Empathy centre stage

Language no longer the only form of expression

Love trapped in sweet sympathy

A full mind

Inflicts unwarranted worry

Every story that begs to be narrated

Leaves me anxious to find the voice

Scratching each idea

Objectivity centre stage

Reasoning no longer the only form of conversation

Reminiscences seldom negated to triviality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-02

Another Chance

The passing of another year

Marked by the number of births

Memories forever cemented

With the number of deaths

Every regret

Buried with the nurturing of second chances

Each success

Celebrated with deep joy

Life moves on

Every breath a countdown to being

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-01.

Last year I tried to write a post for each day of the year, this blog is testimony of partial success. Maybe this is another chance to work on it!