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A Poem by Inda
I think its time for lunch,
I'll feed the paper
later,
now its time to eat.
Crowds wait patiently
to hear stories of defeat,
the storyteller lie..
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A Poem by Inda
The cement is imported,
the palm trees too.
The "sunshine" gives you cancer
and the cuban coffee is strong.
Here the ocean is green, not blue.
..
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A Poem by Inda
they all want someone to talk to,
me, i want someone to enjoy the silence.
that chatter on the airwaves,
you can keep that.
give me a lili in the..
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A Poem by Inda
he wears his cap to one side
with style,
earbuds provide a tune
while he walks excitedly
between two lanes of cars.
he is animated,
waving his a..
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A Poem by Inda
alone againlike the restpretendingnot to fear death.
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A Poem by Inda
sentiments
in silence
withstanding,
quietly
the fervor
of imprisoned
tears
holding on
-in vain.
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A Poem by Inda
white lies;
meant to protect us.
cruel lies;
meant to hurt us,
keeping us in the dark.
creating spaces between us,
as slowly trust
departs.
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A Poem by Inda
Why a poet?
I mean a novelist,
that’s
something I can work with,
even a journalist.
But a poet, what a hopeless passion this is..
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A Poem by Inda
Stuck between the pages, unturned.
Hidden like the truth,
longing for eyes that won't cry.
Listening to your lie, noting your morality.
Shouting, ..
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A Poem by Inda
The thought of you,shades of grayand blue.The way you swayas the orange shines down-the pale soundof goodbyea red dye.
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