Lying in the lake, it awaits. Anyone can sit and drift on it, but none yet…yet it waits. The boat on the lake. livelihood for some, for some it’s fun the lake recalls seeing tons of them set in the south, of beaches and rocks the lake it holds much clout. its beauty is for all, for the weeds and squalls the waters of the great Lake Vembanad.
An Indian national, Sushi works as a teacher in Singapore. She dabbles in fiction frequently and one of her short stories appeared in "From the Depths" -- a literary journal published by Haunted Waters Press, USA. Her travel essay on Maldives was recently published in Jaggery, a literature journal that promotes South Asian writers.
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!
I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed
Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make