Inda : Writing

Stoic

Stoic

A Poem by Inda


It's going to hurt.after the sunshinecomes the dark.It will rain many daysand you'll lose.And there's Death,no cure for thatyet.Still, you'll be fine,..
another unremarkable poem

another unremarkable poem

A Poem by Inda


another ink blotch,a sentiment in darkness,timeless.yet, one you forgot.just a specktrying to sound off.a heart- motionless,learning to let go.another..
these lives we lead

these lives we lead

A Poem by Inda


none of it matters-only to you.therefore it is your mightor lack thereofwhich can endure,succeedor attainmere failure.
One Life

One Life

A Poem by Inda


Hemingway lived three lives;a journalist, a hunter,a novelist and a soldier.Alsobriefly, a father.at timesit seemedhe livednot threebut, fivelives.y..
sometime Loneliness

sometime Loneliness

A Poem by Inda


From the comfort of despair,the tranquility of loneliness.The aches,these thorns on flesh-bare.It stems from here.Keep your pity,calm the frightand aw..
Almost told you

Almost told you

A Poem by Inda


I had something to tell you, something that hurts;of a certain levity,and it was to let you knowmy everything.I had the speech prepared,ready in my he..
While they listen/ while you talk

While they listen/ while you talk

A Poem by Inda


The privileged fewlisten to you;"Never felt wanted,I've been let down often."Meanwhile 80% of the worldworks to buy food.You can bet they're scarred t..
you send me

you send me

A Poem by Inda


heard the song today, this is and ode of sorts.
That first month alone

That first month alone

A Poem by Inda


By my lonesome self,self hatredat an all timehigh.living for the night-life a distraction.filling pageswithcarefully craftedmistakes.
Inconsequential

Inconsequential

A Poem by Inda


i thoughtit mattered,but like all else,this too was inconsequential.just another momentfleeting,weak-kneedpassing through.