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~

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 (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

I am myself

Hello,

If you have  been tagged or just stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my poetry section.
It’s the most noted section of my blog.

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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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Best Regards.

 

Vishu Mishra

 

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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