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

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

 

Please share this  post with all sachin fans. Hopefully it will reach the doors & eyes of batting god one day! 🙂

amen & godspeed! 🙂

O' Lord of Billion Souls

O’ Lord of Billion Souls

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

To do the right thing

If you have stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my blog’ poetry section.
This poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s inner voices. I have faith! that once your 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 righteousness 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.
Thank you. Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂

 

‘To do the right thing’

 

I

 

Can you hold the truth & lose your voice.
Can you live!, such a muffled life.

Can you find!?- that pacifier, your deviant! your Lucifer!
Or shall you stutter , then mumble, & recede to silence.

Can you swear; to hold! the truth; up-most.
Speak it blunt, cold, & un-tamed!

Such times a-blazed!, with opinions & self-doubt.
You eternally jitter!, yet stand & headway.

     ..With mortal calm, with immortal faith.

 

II

 

Will you envenom your soul!, with immoral toxins.
Or drench it out! –
in sweat,  in blood ,in tears.

Will you incinerate!, them innocent & helpless.
Or burn down the antagonist!, them shrewd & hellish cold.

Will you embrace them all  –
The inferno!, the bullets ! ,all coarse- cuss!
Let your soul ripped off, not ricochet.

Will you leave!, a fallen man behind.
Or stay altogether, a-last & instead.

 –

Can you do! , one right thing for me.
Will you hold, your righteous today.

.. & read to them righteous, everyday.

.

 

By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 04-09-2014

To do the right thing

To do the right thing

Limerick poems – a lovely lass , keep rolling

Limericks-  (wiki definition)

limerick is a short, humorous, often ribald or nonsense poem,[1] especially one in five-line anapestic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent. The first two lines rhyme with the last line and the third and fourth line rhyme, and they are usually shorter.

# a little variation can be adapted to add value.

A Lovely Lass

A  lovely lass in velvet grass.

romanced her to heaven’s spree.

Bloomed out her wings, sur-real.

Red hot her lips, kiss-real.

laughed out a wee! Then bite off me!

Keep Rolling

A blonde in bar, for attention she craive! (crave)

Reciting his formula, drunk & naïve!

Shook booty & shouted-“mass to energy”.

her humor alas! so out of class!.

then Einstein rolled! in his grave!

limerck poems

limerck poems

Thanks for reading..

regards.

Vishu Mishra