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

I am myself

Hello,

If you have  been tagged or just stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my poetry section.
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 Review :This particular poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s belief in themselves. I hope the readers rekindle their passions & follow their heart towards their dreams.
I have faith! that once you’re done reading this aloud & repeatedly, ( not sermonizing!) a positive effect will bind you and we shall connect as a writer & a reader.Hopefully!, my message will get through and so will my expressions.

I hope on the day, september 23 of autumnal equinox, our mind and heart gets into a balance like day and night. We find the purpose of our lives and realize the self in our being.

 It’s aimed to revive the skills & confidence of a person.

 

Dedication & Inspiration : This poem is inspired from the original screenplay of movie series ‘Rocky’ . It greatly draws motivation from the struggles, self-identification and self-belief of the character Rocky Balboa played by stalwart actor Sylvester Stallone.

 

Rocky Balboa

Rocky Balboa

Further, it draws inspiration from the title song‘ measure of a man’ sung by legend Sir Elton John. It aims to extrapolate and re-inforce the ideals & motif intended at the virtues of ‘being a man’ or ‘being yourself’. I hope this poem adds tribute to the respectable art work of the great actor/director and latter but no less, the king of melody.

Sir Elton John on piano

Sir Elton John on piano

 It is dedicated to all the people, artists, dancers, actors, singers,dreamers and everyone who has fond dreams to be someone .All those who are struggling to find their touch to inner self. All those who believe in living by being themselves.All those who have faced impeccable odds to overcome difficulties, yet hold the thought that one lives best by being himself.

song lyrics- measure of a man, movie : rocky v

song lyrics- Measure of a Man, Movie : Rocky V

 At-last but for most, this poem is also a dedication to my Late. brother Vikesh Kumar. His life as an artist and as a pursuant of his dreams, is a great inspiration to me and people who knew him. I hope every person born with a divine spark, shall find ability to search his light within himself by being himself. I and vikesh were greatly inspired by the work of ‘rocky’ series and the song lyrics of ‘measure of a man’ .There have been endless discussions around it. This poem is my personal dedication to those discussions, moments and ideas. In those memory is this picture below, we both really loved  it as a projection of the whole ‘being rocky’ idea 🙂

sylvester stallone as rocky

sylvester stallone as rocky

 

Vikesh Kumar- Artist (Actor,dancer,writer)

Late. Vikesh Kumar- Artist (Actor,dancer,choreographer, writer, dreamer)

 

If you wish to know more, Pay your peace and tribute at:

1. Vikesh Kumar, FB profilehttps://www.facebook.com/indomitable.vikesh

2. Vikesh Kumar, FB community : https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vikesh-Kumar/330576050403639

 

Please don’t forget! – to read slow, read aloud,read repeatedly and acknowledge the punctuation well! .
 it’s purposefully structured ,to bring the best with all above considerations.
 Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

P.S. previous poem : ‘The Happy Birthday Song’ : Reading tags- celebration, greetings,wishes,birthday,everyone is special.

                                   

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Thank you.

 

 

 

 

I

 

Sink feet in sand, goes head deluge.
a broken heart, can no more lose.
a share of voices, pell-mell but god.
if fond took flight, but wings aren’t bright.

 

II

 

bonded to chains,of a thoughtful tomorrow.
bereaved by passions, devoured by notions.
sometimes a spark,  kindles & delight.
sometimes breathing; in midnight silence,
i grow wings in the realize.

 

III

 

Angels of passion,rescue my dawn.
I touch a fire, & desires un-pawned.

churned & mustered, give strength to cope.
from brighter sun, to a dusk of hope.

in the solstice moon, i sit &  surmise.
smile gauge upon aureole, a moonish charmise.

 

IV

 

In hearts of heart, where no lovers reach.
In the gist of soul, a conscientious belief.
In the drift of mind, it’s one of a kind.
In the red hot blood, to ashes & mud.

 

V

 

I know, I realize, I act in now.
In silence of seconds, along shall i measure.
when world’s upon chaos, In technicolor shall savor.

to breathe in beyond- opinions, mirage & bereave.
the moments i am myself, just believe in me.

 

VI

 

them moments get inserted, in life & people.
where truth rekindles,unshackle it levitates.
&wings turn bright, they flutter & re-create.

it’s so surreal, i surmise.
like moonish charm, so bright.

 

VII

 

Delighted & en-lighted, i hover on sand.
engulf-ed in belief & gloved in identity.
nothing fits so well, when i wore myself.
just believe in moments, when i turn myself.

 

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 23-09-2014

I Am Myself

I Am Myself

The Moment

Hello,

If you have  been tagged or just stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my poetry notes.
Its the oldest root of my blog & extension to my current poetry updates.

Check blog’s poetry  & follow updates https://theoutofbusiness.com/category/english-poetry/

 

 Review :This particular poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s nostalgia.
I have faith! that once you’re done reading this aloud & repeatedly, ( not sermonizing!) a positive effect will bind you and we shall connect as a writer & a reader.Hopefully!, my message will get through and so will my expressions.

 It’s aimed to revive the memories of a person.

 

Please don’t forget! – to read slow, read aloud,read repeatedly and acknowledge the punctuation well! .
 it’s purposefully structured ,to bring the best with all above considerations.
 Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

P.S. previous poem : ‘To do the right thing’ : tag- righteousness, good & evil

                                   

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Theme :There is a moment in everyone’s life, which stands out to the rest of them.

It may be an experience of a singular being or a band of loyal- friends/peers/equals/contemporaries. One grows with age and realization turns more true. This poem aims to revisit that apex of nostalgia, in one’s recollection of old memories.

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     The Moment

I

There are times in life,
They don’t skip nor fly.
They stick to your soul, hold on.

In your heart there’s a feeling,
When years turn decade; grows vivid.
& decades turn century; till forever.

They don’t turn to oblivion nor succumb to dust.
What was held in the moment?
What was seen in those seconds?
I wonder.

II

Some brighter, shine around brightest.
a million folds , strangely! yet hold.
with feelings unknown, bond loyalty & belief..
Who knows! what stars conspired & plot.

There are men of honor.
Brighter they burn & extinguish.

& others with time, they linger & ponder.
What made those moments, one in a million.
Yet wonder shall I, but decades thereafter.
Many moments conspired,
But it was the moment.

For me & my fellow.
Which one is yours,
Tell me.

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 15-09-2014

The Moment

The Moment

The Master

           Master

Sometimes shall wind such blow,
when memories kindle within then flow
old pages flutter & stow -

when the great one orchestrates,
in arena heaven befalls,
A midget rather not in spirits,
like a master of them all.
like a leader of all souls.

A man of great will & willow.
& fewer his words, them better be.
but sings along the whole world.
bow down to knees some broke.

He so humble, rather not his competence.
like a master of ground green he dictates,
a leader, commanding their very souls.
He the truth, looming afore curtains,
A man ,standing common yet grand.
eloquent herald of sports, now we understand.
-
A soft-spoken man from India
of honesty, of conduct, & genius is certain.
looming afore golden haze,giant worldly curtains.

sachin

As generous rather not to opponents.
Like a tiger ,fierce & intent.
& more the silence better be.
With a heavy wood he commands them.
like a leader of all souls.

when lesser world would remember,
wear back to yards he strolled.
to simulate the bliss then befalled.
A midget,rather not who saw him.
Like a giant among us all.
Like a saint among all souls.
like a
" master "
Master :SRT

Master :SRT