Stepping Inside

Your honesty

Hits me like daylights’ reality

Embracing all the broken bits

Love

Slowly mending

More than broken dreams

Harvesting

Pieces of ourselves

Fundamentally

We grasp

The act of living

My dishonesty

Hits me like the darkest morning four

Embracing all the broken bits

Love

Tediously onerous

A crusade inside the mind of time

Harvesting

Pieces of ourselves

Fundamentally

We clench

A refreshed sanity

By Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt, 2013-08-20.

Defiant

I colour

My self-portrait

Black

In-between chores in the house

Disliking these moments

When the mind

Needs a pause

Daily routines

Desires no cause

Life

Prompted by unwarranted order

Or we have failed

Acknowledging these norms

Beaten into me

Discordant

I scratch

My self-portrait

In radiant colour

In-between reading the lines of a fallen shero

Loving these moments of escape

When the mind

Needs a pause

Overruling

The dead and distant orders

Life

Prompted by conventional freedoms

Or we have failed

Embracing these norms

Shaped by me

Truant

I whitewash

My self-portrait

In sepia

In-between now and then

Accepting inevitable change

When the mind

Needs a pause

Assuming

Some kind of daily pace

Life

Prompted by a survivalists realism

Or we have failed

Challenging these norms

I maintain my space

Questioning

By Simone  Naik, 2013-04-28.

Time Passes

I trace the laughing lines

Of the passing time

In my skin

I colour away

Accumulated years

From my hair

I count the scars

Of little accidents

On the ridges of my hands

I gradually understand the accumulating facts

Now the grown-up in the tale

Is me

By Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt, 2013-08-20

Our offspring holds the future

The ideas are burnt into my mind

We have to bring our children up resilient and kind

Even when we see perfectly

Life calls on us

To be selectively blind

Wipe away pain with

Bittersweet tears spry

Worry about the unknown

Sucks our hopes dry

Raising future leaders

Is payback in sublime

For Dawn and her generation… you are born free and I am proud of you working hard for a better future.

Understanding Your Exasperation

The views you spew

Rebel against reality

Male dominance

Strikes fear

Like a burning spear

Power

Confused with violence

Utter insanity

This sickness

Perilously dogs society

In this war

The enemy

Shove their feet under our tables

Push their shoes under our beds

Their ill-conceived ideas of love

Trails blood

Lust

Bites deep chunks out of innocent souls

Where did they

Learn to be so callously cold

How long

Can we this semblance of normality hold

For Bianca, I completely understand your pain and despair. We have to learn and teach ourselves and the future generations that tolerating any level of abuse will never be worth losing who we are.

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-04-17