A Sudden Realisation

My youth is gone

No regrets

My youth is gone

A good fight left behind

My youth is gone

Pain and victory I tasted from time to time

My youth is gone

Experience marks the way forward

My youth is gone

Learning marks every new day beginning

My youth is gone

All regrets buried

My youth is gone

Conventional wisdoms is what I will in future be bringing

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-09-31.

Double Blind – Not Really

An identity

Captured in numbers

An identity

Expressed in colour

An identity

Treasured in history

An identity

Collectively inherited

An identity

Self-defining

An identity

Age defying

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-09-031.

Autumn Creeping Closer

My inner flame

Sputters and fights for survival

Like candle left in the rain

Yearning for reprieve

Fighting bravely

In the last moment retrieved

My inner smile

Disappeared somewhere in the night

Coughs sucked my lungs dry

Remembering the times it made me cry with pain

Pale sunshine throws me a weak lifeline

Quickly my face remembers how to light the world

My inner identity

Constantly at war with the universe

Cultural conventions trapped in the box squared

A heart and mind bared

Creativity the pathway to sanity

The bitter cold rain a wet reminder of reality

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-24.

Spirit Free

Play a love song for me

I want to shout

So I can dance naked

When in solitude

Swinging breasts

Keeping rhythm

Off-beat

Stomping deep

Authenticity

Sticks

Tenaciously

Sweet

Tell me a bedside story

I call quietly

So I can nestle gently

Naked knees kissing my belly

The sandman waiting

To carry me away

Morning beckoning quick

Breathing deep like the fire circle

A mind needs space to dream

Prayers easy to keep

Love

Burrows deep

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-24.

In and Out

Slipping

In and out of awareness

A wondering mind

Blessed and cursed

Creativity

Often

Capture

Sometimes

Dispersed

Slipping

In and out of focus

A creative mind

Clear and blurred

Brilliance

Often

Elusive

Sometimes

Captured

Slipping

In and out of reality

A searching mind

Light and dark

Awareness

Often

Uppermost

Sometimes

Underground

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-23.

Saturday Night Reverie

Bitter coffee

Sweet koe’sisters*

Bitter losses

Sweet hopes

Bitter histories

Sweet futures

Bitter dreams

Sweet memories

Bitter tears

Sweet laughter

Better lives are often pursued on the back of finding the balance between loss and hope. There is always hope. Koe’sisters is a traditional donut made in the Cape. By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-18.

Irony

I was never

A formal student of philosophy

Often musing

Philosophically

 I never had the chance

To formally analyse the tragedy

Often encountering life

Tragically

I never understood

The meaning of utter cynicism

Often spewing frustrations

Cynically

I never realised

Life can often be completely black and white

Often navigating

Shades of grey

I never want to be

Completely un-free

Often celebrating

All of freedoms’ victories

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-15.