The Missile Man

~ In my humble opinion, Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam is  truly worthy of the Indian title -‘Modern day Father of Nation in 21st century.’ .

He inspired & was loved by millions – kids,students & academic faculties.

A mighty Indian, A sainthood figure & A brilliant scientist.

-Rest in Peace. Godlove.

 

 

 

 

The Missile Man

 

 

Let us rise above our differences.
Let us rever in our commonalities.
Let us look beyond the regular sky.
To the apex, a rocket has abloomed.
It has shed its colors in azure blue.
& just one parting wisdom for you.

 

 

There are few men of our ages.
They belong to no one but all.
Those who could touch their warmth & breathe in their will.
Or still see their light by climbing a distant hill.
Or hear their voices in a naive enmasse.
Are deep in prayers venerated.

 

When you truly dream & turn thoughts to actions.
When you’re born one life yet live it a million more.
& billions will sprout to your moral seeds.
Heaven joins in prayer to you immortal deeds.

 

few moments are times far in between.
They congregate such a singular emotion.
On a night as such when heaven rejoice.
There is all to learn & reminisce on earth.
In poetic flight like a rocketing ode,
Pay your deepest homage to his finale abode.

 

Now you may pick his baton that slipped through his fist.
Now you may choose your race, through confusion & mist.
& run hard with it or take your flight like this rocket.
Go poetic mode in a rocketing ode.
Swear your karma to his final abode.

 

To reverberating eloquence, greater than one soul.
To everyone’s plight.
Let us humm tonight
Let them candles burn in our fullest of hearts.
& their fumes ignite the sublime of our minds.

 

In the ebbing ripples, of a giant soul brewing.
Float a billion dreams, to their make & moorings.
From the eyes of a little kid with a paper boat.
To thick brows of a grown up man at nation’s helm.
Such is truly this moment’s learning,
It never dies but slips in our lives, like a religion.
Such poetic ode is aspired tonight.

 

 

It transcends generations & decades.
They all bow down today, to a timeless man.
Let us see him join his heavenly clans.
Now countdown to this rocket’s greater plans.
let us witness,
The final flight of the missle man.

 

 

~ Proud to be an Indian & to reside in a country where APJ Abdul Kalam lived.

Dr. Kalam rose from a humble background to become the key faculty in India’s first missile mission in the outer earth orbit. He received bharat Ratna in 1997 for his outstanding contribution to sciene and technologies. He served as term president from 2002-2007. He was popular was his love for students and always inspired confidence in young people to question,debate and dialogue.He was the most popular president in current times & was inducted with honorary doctrate degree by more than 30 educational institutions. He is a scribe to some of the best inspirational books, few of my favorite are- Wings of fire (Agni ki udaan) , Ignited Minds & Turning point.

 

Dedicated to his avatars ,inspirations & grand deeds : The missile Man, The Rocket Man, Bharat Ratna, People’s President, Great Orator, Great Author, Evangelist & The Mighty Indian.

 

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APJ Abdul Kalam

APJ Abdul Kalam

The Missile Man ~An ode to Dr. Abdul Kalam

The Missile Man ~An ode to Dr. Abdul Kalam


 

The M-town Song

An Ode to Manipal, the rains & the freedom, through countless memories of Manipalites.
~In my humble opinion, some of the Manipal experiences are incomplete without the Summer stay~

( slideshow at page bottom)

 

 (1) Semester – I  

In  microcosm of life’s grand revel,
Nostalgia protrudes at higher level.
It skips an odd heartbeat,
It is too abstract to tweet.

 (2) Semester – II 

To comprehend, an abundance of cherishes.
Or contemplate on striations of regrets.
To redeem in throes of realization,
Or simply slack, in a mediocre retract.

 (3) Summer-I 

Through the ever changing sky, in those days.
A philosophy of life was reflected, in multiple ways.
When clouds & town-sun, be brightly a-blazed.
Most dull of souls, be then sprightly engaged.
Such times run away, too fast in few moments.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

 

 (4) Semester-III 

Sober through remainder it spreads.
befalls & fades like a farewell rainbow.
left no more such days to stow.
Neither any tropical sun would glow,
nor many thundering storms now blow.

 (5) Semester-IV 

But it sings sometime, in an odd background score.
Fallen behind the curtains, of a new lesser decor.
shines through its silhouette, outlining the sheen of memories.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

 (6) Summer-II  

When the younger days are slipping, now further away in ages.
& tiresomely i flipped back, to the old diary pages.
Those ripe & yellow, their smell enliven a million things.
& some of them were personal, so it silently brings.
In the microcosm of every broad-bold pattern,
Lays a melody, formed from most abstract notes.

 (7) Semester-V  

It simply skips a heartbeat –
To comprehend in abundance,
To cherish or regret,
To redeem or retract.

  (8) Semester-VI

When the sky changes its color,
When the rain pours its fervor,
When the wind sweeps, through broad-leafy trees.
& them flavors a life, nesting in a Shangri-La harmony.
It transcends across the seen & yet to be.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

  (9) Summer-III  

Now a night sky remains, all in our sober tomorrow.
But in glory of M-town song, whether joy or sorrow.
Through countless moments,
Through priceless picturesque,
Every-new passing day, it ripens in a Technicolor.
Every-new shelving memory, it bemoans like a yearning lover.

  (10) Semester-VII  

So i will revere to the M-town song.
Let it reach to a chorus & enliven another moment.
Let it sing more to the less of us, to replete our very voids.
Let it orchestrate a niche, like an old cult ritual.
Let it flow through pages, lapse tenses in statute-spiritual.
Epitomes of this spirit, when our superfluous is hew.
The people we met & those things we did hold true.

 (11) Final Project-I

So let it give me a sight,
Let it memoir tonight,
Let it bring back delight.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a divine crescendo.
Let us rhyme, sing & groove to the M-town song.

~Convocated, Graduated~

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~ Fin, Prost!~

-Vishu Mishra
July 10, 2015

~ (MIT, E&E, Batch-07′ )~

Cherish & Share this ode with every Manipalite.

~Photos courtesy : KMC-Alumni -Shuchi Kataruka | Pics Dated : June,2015 ~

~Watch the Slideshow for more pictures | Thank you for visiting|~
~Regards & God-Bless
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The M-town Song

The M-town Song

Resolve

Resolve

If voices could resolve,
Save my entrapped soul.
Reeling away from pivotal reality.
Enslaved by an immortal wish.

If silence could speak
Douse my murky soul in wisdom.
Drench my maiden bones in wit.
Sitting beside an older grave for night.
Listening between the sober’s blight.

Though answer i seek,lie deep within.
Search & Search I tire.
Although a robust sheen, deflects me.
Marauding henceforth in lights & noise.
if those voice could really rejoise.

Reveberating through & through.
One passes silently, i gasped.
them nerves & bones, entwining now wrapped.
tender through sheen, in divine milieu.
In tranquil of night, them finally do.

22-06-2015

-Vishu Mishra

Resolve

Resolve

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