The Pages of August



The month of August is a reminder that half the year is over, those old pages are packed and stacked on the shelf.A consciousness which makes us realise we still have a few more months to make this year our own.Those new pages waiting to be written, when the breeze becomes balmy and that wait for the longer nights.Those lazy evenings when we soothe our soul with that cup of chai and lose ourselves in words written by strangers and look at books greedily as if a part of us is stuck there.We walk in those pages to pick the leftover dreams and finish the stories knowing that the words will be still there.How do you remember August in your world, dear readers? How do you welcome the fall? Or hold that poet within from taking that walk?


While you dream about August memories, I am sharing with you the poems by writers of Literary Impulse for the Friday edition. The words here shared by the writers remind me of sadness, not all can write about this emotion an express more eloquently. Sometimes we need to read about this emotion too, a colour which is always there in our life hidden behind the veil of light. We write about the moon because darkness stirs our sky and somehow through our words, we learn to survive.

Sharing poems for this edition -

  • Denatured Protein by Eli Snow

  • A Dark Sight by Saurabh

  • The Merchants of Death by IMΛBӨПG FΛMIПЦ