My midnight thoughts
returns as vengeful nightmares
to **** my sleep, to awake my desires,
Dreams are wandering in neurons.
Hark backs my unfulfilled ambitions,
Remembers my pleasurable events,
Ruminates my gulped thoughts,
Recalls my lovely relationships.
Pains are in queue as tears in my eyes,
Old feelings, memories peeps in my
mind,
I struggle with the midnight thoughts that flood through me,
And I drown in them fully through night.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Mary is alone on an island.
I am in island, my dream land.
I am here to search my sand.
I am here to find my relaxation.
I am here to invent my destination.
Sometimes I am satisfied.
Sometimes I am smiled.
Mostly I keep my own poles.
Mostly I set my own goals.
I am in silence to hear my voice.
I am in quiet to listen my noise.
I watch waves, my mind waves.
I watch the sky, my mind shies.
I learn wherever I am , be silence.
I get the solution and guidance.
I understand the place is not main.
I know the goals won't be gain.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
The road I have taken
without precautions,
which gives me challenge and
whenever I take steps ahead,
some negative vibes pulls me back.
The road I have chosen
with cautious
for my well and wish,
which helped me awaken and
keeps me in direction board.
The road I have seen
through my inner eyes,
Now, I have seen the park,
crimson flowers trees waves me.
I am under the tree as a bard.
Dr.Marysuresh.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
Street light has taken the sun's duty,
Removed darkness and added beauty.
Wow,!Helped many leaders for study.
Alas! Helped to catch the thief, ******
The moon and the stars are jealous.
Street lights are blinking on selfless.
Street lights are lifting like ladders.
They don't expect any flatters.
Street without glowing light
like the sky without the sun's bright.
Tiny light house of the strangers.
Given courage to the night workers.
Lightless street is like the hopeless man.
Lightless street is like the homeless man.
Dr.Marysuresh.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
A day without stress
is a golden time of bliss.
If you are fast,
just flow like falls.
If you are slow,
just run like river.
If you are in the sky
be like the stars.
If you are in the Earth,
be like the street light.
Whoever you are,
be the best.
However you are,
be stress free.
Dr.Marysuresh
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
Hand is shaking.
Heart is breaking.
Mind is longing.
Throat is sticking.
My words are not enunciated.
My own voice is not recognized.
Bidding farewell is like
dictating the depose.
It wraps up the silence.
Ended up so quickly.
Goodbye, never hurts when
compared to silence without information.Though,
I don't have any courage to say goodbye.
So, I say let's see you later.
Dr.Marysuresh
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
Rickshawala
A man who pulled men physically,
to the need of livelihood.
He strains his whole body for
menial demands and fulfillment of at least
two-time meals and two-time chaya.
The representative of poverty.
The symbol of toiled work.
The art of hardworking.
The syllabus of hope and sincerity.
Thrives to grasp the power of the economy,
and know the significance of money.
Never bargain with rickshawala.
We can learn the importance of a single rupee from him.
Handling in hands and legs as
a swimmer with lots of sweat.
Wandering here and there as
a Gypsy with lots of load.
Frayed body pulls healthy body,
With smiling face always getting ready for another tiresome day,
though his day is in darkness.
Dr.Marysuresh
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
The fragrance of soil after rain.
Smell it once, never leave it.
The fresh aroma, pleasing scent,
It has the unique smell.
Petrichor makes men mesmerized.
Plant oil, geosmin released by rain from the soil.
The earthy smell permeates into the air.
Earth's fragrance is loved by everyone.
Musky freshness comes from moistening of the ground.
Rain shows beauty by its perfume.
It engulfs the earth through its odors.
It spreads cherished messages between the sky and the earth.
Dr.Marysuresh
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
An ode to the sea
Dear sea
How lovely to see you
You are fresh and clear blue.
My eyes are joined with glue.
Why don't you quench my thirst.
Though you have plenty water.
Why you behave sometimes worst.
Of course you have your own storms.
You are breathtaking beauty.
But your attitudes are naughty.
You are so vast.
as fickle as the heart.
You are the secret of nature.
You have hidden all treasures.
You are seven and
Our earth's heaven.
Dr.Marysuresh.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
The destiny plays vital role
in everyone of our lifetime.
We must get ready to play with it.
Everyday with enthusiasm.
It doesn't matter whether we win or not.
But be the players, all rounders,
and founders of stadium.
We must give the tough competition.
Destiny or fate must have written about us.
Without bothering about that,
lead the life fruitfully,
One day you may fade not now. Play well.
Dr.Marysuresh
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC