Edition II

Hello Friends,

As I write this, I wait for the mayflowers to bloom everywhere, I wait for the colour of the sky to be a bit more radiant; I wait for this anxiety which has wrapped us all to fade somewhere but for a poet even when they are waiting there will be poems everywhere.

You all are welcome to read the second edition of Literary Impulse.

Happy Scribbling,

Priyanka Srivastava Edition Editor, Edition II Literary Impulse

Don’t I exist for you by Srinath Samba The writer has written about loneliness alluringly, the relationship is not the same with time and through his words; the poet is searching for answers for his own peace. That’s what writers do most of the time. The line — “What has changed that you would desert me in my desert ” says it all in a simple and poetic way. (Priyanka)

I wish I were a tree by Bradley This poetic prose on the nature of being, as its subtitle defines it to be, is a soothing journey into the colours of the being, with thoughts coming and going, all pointing in one direction that our perspective is all there is. He finds Siddhartha in this narrative, a kind of Buddha who understands how science works. A flowing zephyr of calmness this verse is. Which makes you believe in the power of existence all over again. “And when dusk yawns in a vermillion smile, bringing forth the canvas of stars, I know tomorrow I will emerge from the soil anew. (Nachi)

Poetry Thief by Aspen Blue The poem talks about the trauma of being a poet and how poets steal poems from simple moments of life. Simple language of the poem speaks to me and the poem falls quietly in the reader's mind like a leaf which drifts calmly and rests on the path.

“I’m a bandit in my bard-dom An embezzler of pain A pickpocket of allegory A pilferer of rain.” and for me that dewdrop which I couldn’t hold on, magical words. (Priyanka)

A Breath Hitched by Manasi Diwakar The verse talks about that noise unheard after that pause which the spirit feels before walking away, something different to read and muse about. Not a simple thing to write about, a stark reality about life written in a Sufi style.

“the sound of the death carried to the world” rings a stillness in our mind which makes us think about the fragility of life. (Priyanka)

Escaping The Prison by Prashant Pundir Besides the fluidity and hold over the subject, I was simply drawn to those visually appealing metaphors that Prashant has used throughout the poem, which elevates it to a different level altogether. It is rich, imaginative and talks about an important aspect of self healing. (Som)