Wind blows and flows in random lines, breezing, and weakening
Our minds fly above alpha borderline
Can anybody survive this line?
Bodies are drained; senses are trapped in a fuss
Is there anybody feeling like this?
These feet are going to be limped, but our some more kilos is still far ahead
Whether we like it or not, we get to the point between want and don’t want
Like and don’t like
Because we must
There’s no end
Drained until numbed
I am waiting the time when only my body is talking
In gesture louder than any voice
When sense and heart are no longer there to feel
Bending, we will surrender
Dyah Ikhsanti
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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arnab chatterjee.