Times of the Master

 ~Sachin Tendulkar poetry is my self invented poetry genre.

It aims to bring out the nostalgia of sachin’s era. All poems in this genre are made & themed to honor Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

Times of the Master

I heard the angels, they speak in hush.
‘The master sits in smiling respite’
& million men, outside they rush.
But million things, when times are right.

The knight that rests, his legendary pars. (Powers)
Takes home his glory, through gruesome wars.
What he does make, of beauty & grim.
Of roses, of prairies & starry night’s rim.

His years then pass, abound in love.
Once angel spoke, through a chirping dove –
‘Where is the warrior & his famous sword?
The world needs saving, with glorious reward!’

To question aloud his presence such,
So spoke the master with humble touch

‘Oh Nightingale! Such mellifluent rhymes.
I have had my wars & glorious times.
I revel now, in my merry founds.
Go tell them angels, am homely bound’

‘My armor rests, in velvet drawers.
My sword hung next, to broomstick ward.
My muddy iron boots, are homing a foli-age. (Foliage)
My helmets now blunt & horses are off-rage’

Now overwhelmed, to his ingenuous reply.
The angel blessed him, in a breathless sigh-

‘Oh! Greatness is what greatness does.
Through simplest things, replete with love.
Till gods come calling, your blissful interlude.
May bless the earthly, fill homeward dues’

‘What born a warrior, a legend prodigious.
Shall remain so true, may whatever you do.
Till the glorious sun, reminds your reminisce.
Till a different task, bestows on you’

‘I shall sit on your trees, your giant shoulders.
Through heaven & earth, transcending beholder.
I will call your names, in mellifluent rhymes.
I will remind you the glory, in every such times’

~Happy Birthday Sachin.

~ A Sachin Tendulkar Poetry, by Vishu Mishra

sachin ramesh tendulkar

sachin ramesh tendulkar

Times of the Master

Times of the Master

you’re something, something wrong.

you’re the microphone, wired to wrong speakers.
I sing a melody,It emits a cacophony.
I narrate my ethos, it sounds out pathos.
I converge few opinions,it splinters into billions.

you’re the Cable box,wired to bad TV.
I tune sports with remote,it always shifts to emote.
I turn comedy for laughter, it loses volume & thereafter.
I choose picturesque & panorama, It throws talk shows & melodrama.

you’re the smart phone,updated to bad soft-wares.
They’re jelly-friendly & bean-easy,Ginger bread is extra cheesy.
you’re the twitter bird, tweeting to bad trends.
They are chirping to chirps,they are burping to burps.

you’re the lone live wire,insatiable for the negative bend.
you’re the ‘danger’ caution board,on the verge of a shocking end.
you’re the barb wire cutting all,through blades in it’s selfie.
you’re the merciless touch, charring innocent to its meltie.

 

~15-03-2015

 

Vishu Mishra

 

You're something, something wrong

You’re something, something wrong

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O’ Lord of Billion Souls

 ~Sachin Tendulkar poetry is my self invented poetry genre. It aims to bring out the nostalgia of sachin’s era. All poems in this genre are made & themed to honor Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

 

 

O’ lord of billion souls,
make silence solve & ruffle up.
I’m hereby read, in most common scrolls.
beseeching your doors, them mighty up.

O’ lord! of twenty-two yards,
I sing with eloquence, a hopeless bard
make heavens hold, where common behold.
allow a breathe,my story be told.

O’ lord! of wooden willow,
break bread to doubts & inspire fellow.
them rhyming chorus,in names of you.
them orchestrate, those prayers for you.

 

sachin ramesh tendulkar

sachin ramesh tendulkar

O’ lord! of cricketing dawn,
arose a sun & evils be pawned.
I sit to surmise,them portraits you drew.
with a silent soul, when drives you brew.

O’ lord! a most humble man,
a god or mortal, but immortal span.
am a speckle, calling shine of you.
in a billion clustering dime of you.

O’ lord! a man of eternal-era,
make us pronounce, to your wisdom sera.
let us enlighten, be lesser fools.
unravel to world,your golden rules.

 

 

-Poem dedicated and with best wishes for Sachin’s autobiography ‘playing it my way’

 

sachin tendulkar autobiography : playing it my way

sachin tendulkar autobiography : playing it my way

me with sachin sir

me with sachin sir

 

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O' Lord of Billion Souls

O’ Lord of Billion Souls

– Vishu Mishra
first draft- 06-11-2014 (~ 5-6 pm)