Author Archives: Ijagun Poetry Journal

The echoing rhythms of agonizing pulses strike the nerves of a dying soul, Every breath moves slower waiting, while the painful minor melody trickles into the life of a frail young child.   The fingers of a gentle thud have laid upon … Continue reading →

Walking in the mid of afternoon Crowded children come together Snow day! The graceful falling of the impeccable Snowflakes bind like piles of the virgin Shed Persian like rug touch of the surface In the backyard of the crowded West … Continue reading →

Like the traditions of wedding days, I refuse to see you before I commit to you fully. I am sowing my royal oats, exploring my wildest demons; I long for your midnight strolls, your schizo town and…you never stop! It … Continue reading →

People ask for meaning I don’t know what it is! Meaning is the last retreat That philosophers smell even after A stuffing lunch It’s the last wagon Carrying a pregnant woman For early metamorphosis And delayed whimpers I generally do … Continue reading →

He often whispers, ‘You, the snake charmer, sometimes Step into our house too.’ I darted out And after the busy nights of caresses When he lays astray on smoky pillow I trailed myself to the window, caressing myself Out of … Continue reading →

Dear rain, tonight I shall drench All my icy necessities, fumbling hesitations Innuendos and evening that could call me By my nick name Seasons are real darlings and you – If I could desire, my changed attires thrown aside Like … Continue reading →

Did you say they are so penniless That they cannot afford a bottle of honey? No! They were the most affluent But they wasted their money. Did I hear they are so helpless That they cannot feed their concubines? No! … Continue reading →

Her fragile soul is constantly aching As it keeps on sinking deep into aging Her tender heart never stops breaking For the pirate’s poisonous axe will not cease chopping   Her noble soul is so pale and weak Oh! My … Continue reading →

From many seasons of carnage We have grown to be like a clan of savage Why do we always go on rampage To slaughter one another and ravage? Every cock-crow at dawn Horror wakes us and again strikes us down … Continue reading →

They say we grow into ourselves! Though that suggests we have to grow into something To fill in the space of something bigger than what we are, As if we’re currently too small to fit into our surroundings, Looking towards … Continue reading →