"sachin" poems
Oi Modi you ****** yes Lalit,
Unpleasant to taste on my pallet.
Arrogant and so brash.
You make threats with your cash,
Your face should say 'Hi' to my mallet!
But Modi is right I must say.
The IPL in India should stay.
They cannot just give in
To all terrorist's whim.
Life has to go on, come what may.
Lalit K has a tongue and a brain,
Can he use both without causing such pain?
He works best under stress,
Well here is a fine mess,
Will he anger again, or refrain?
Tendulkar did something today.
Two hundred runs all in one day!
Majestic and cunning.
It simply was stunning.
No bowler could stand in his way.
How Sachin keeps on being humble,
Is enough to make braver men crumble,
If Modi learned that,
He'd be less of a pratt,
And my poetry jibes would then stumble.
These two things that happened together,
Were both better than English weather,
In the passing of time
One event will decline,
The other, remembered forever.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 11:05 PM UTC
Your laugh makes me laugh
Although it makes other's laugh too
Your laugh is what makes you so you
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
He’s no God like Sachin, neither is ‘Wall’ his sobriquet
He doesn’t whack them a mile like Sehwag or Ganguly.
He just comes in with a resolve and soaks in the pressure
Where others would succumb to panic, he thrives beautifully.
When the team is sinking, his steely nerves bring them to shore
He kisses the tension in the air away with his assuring presence.
When the gods turn away, VVS emerges – serene and tough
And clears up the mess with divine grace and elegance!
When his bat swivels below his magical wrists, its pure bliss!
The cherry caresses the grass and dances towards the fence.
Like a stroke of an artist’s brush that just painted a perfect arc.
And with his own people, the enemy’s admiration you can sense.
He doesn’t evoke fear, excitement, anxiety or frustration
He doesn’t pump his fists in the air, doesn’t snarl or stare.
You either see the calmness or a bright smile on his face.
He’s a stern fighter with no arrogance – a quality so rare!
They say he’s ‘Very, Very Special’, which he indeed is.
In the country of demigods he’s a man that makes god proud.
He’s not worshipped by sponsors, doesn’t earn big bucks,
But he owns a bigger treasure – Respect from all in the crowd.
The Aussies ***** feared the world over, swear by his name,
For, he crushes their strong might with his class and sublimity.
Their killer-instinct turns into shivers when they see him walk out
Their razor-sharp words get blunted by his poise and humility.
VVS epitomizes romance. No wonder he loves the Eden Gardens!
Where the ‘Lord’s’ of Indian Cricket reside, is his fortress.
When he bats, you just surrender your senses to his splendour,
The twirl of his hypnotic wrists can bust your biggest stress.
The world seems a better place when you watch VVS on song.
Even time stops to admire his delicate flick that goes fine.
And as you lose yourself in his determined yet soft eyes,
You find yourself sitting in heaven, enjoying a glass of wine!
Selflessness is his middle name; there is no 'I' in the word 'Team,'
The hardest job that no one wants, he will do for his team.
I’m blessed to have experienced the beauty of VVS…
The skill of his splendid batting and the purity of his beam!!!
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 6:53 AM UTC
this time, when i went
to meet Death at his place,
he showed signs of weakness.
he was watching a cricket match
relaxing in his arm chair, legs stretched.
yawns kept rolling
in slow progression
towards the boundary.
'are you well?’ i ventured.
'nothing wrong,’ said he.
stammering, i quizzed him:
which one do you fear most?
allopathy, ayurveda, or
homeopathy?
dear wilson,
have you observed sachin
facing the ***** of shane warne?
brian lara, wasim akram?
chris gail, brett lee?
i was thrown into confusion.
death admitted, unwillingly,
that like vivian richards
confronted narendra hirwani,
he was laid low by the
secret herb
of an old tribal man!
aaha! the panacea
became then
a spin ball!
(aaha…Nothing official about it!)
i forgot to ask
how our people
smuggled away by him
were faring now.
he forgot to comment
“you will see for yourself
when you face it.”
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Two arch rivals
One game
One match
One god
One king
And that's Sachin and Dhoni!!
And one victory!!
Of course, rejoice!!
But is that real??
Ask yourself after you're done with your celebrations!!
Two arch rivals,
Endless friction
Sleepless borders,
Thousands dead
Thousands injured,
Yet no clear solution!!
Victory is not in a days match!!
Victory lies in years fight!!
Heroes are not those who hits boundaries!!
Heroes are those who guard our boundaries!!
Happiness lasts for a day in the game
With a promise of peaceful future lies the fame!!
Losing to the rivals is no shame!!
Losing to the terrorists, who would take the blame??
Think
And
Reap a good thought today!!
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Cricket fever gripped the sub-continent
Pakistan could not wipe out the sentiment
Against India it lost her match for the fifth time
Even though Tendulkar was not at his prime
This world cup turned out to be all Asian game
The English have slowly lost their cricketing fame
There will be a fight between the tiger and the lion
Who knows who will surely win
Sachin achieved every thing except the world cup
I hope he will get it without any hiccup
India and Srilanka reached finals thrice
If India wins the cup I feel very nice
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
in the annals of cricket
those of greatness get a mention
for what they've achieved on the wicket
these men stand head and shoulder
above the rest
their contribution
to the game
has
been written as the best
three men have inspired
younger players
in their homelands
they've accomplished
much on wickets
throughout the many cricket playing
lands
Steven Waugh(Australian Captain)
the master strategist
who had a captain's mind
replete with brilliant tactics
when he took to the pitch
the opposition teams
would quiver in their
collective boots
field placement
over deliveries
the weather conditions
all of these factors
actuated in his mind
so he could
bring an innings
of a notable kind
Sachin Tendulkar (Indian Batsman)
the king of the blade
who none can equal
in test matches
his cuts and cover drives
were worthy of an epic prequel
his style with the bat
twas magic to see
he had a prowess
of majesty
Vivian Richard (West Indies All Rounder)
he was never phased
he held his nerve
with the bat or the ball
a tradesman
who fielded what ever came at him
and in his relaxed style
chewed on a piece of gum
and demolish
the bails
with a Caribbean hum
cricket's hall of fame
that 22 yard pitch
where three greatest of the game
performances
did of fans
ever bewitch
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
1) God divides people, Sachin unites them
2) God does with people what he fancies, Sachin does with the bat what people love
3) God gives life, Sachin adds meaning to it
4) God answers prayers, Sachin comes as the answer to those prayers
5) God takes away what he gives, Sachin only gives, gives and gives
6) God doesn’t always give you what you want, Sachin gives you more than what you expect
7) God gives you death, Sachin teaches you how to live
8) God blesses you only if you’re good, Sachin’s benevolence is unconditional
9) God gives you troubles to teach you lessons, Sachin makes you forget your troubles
10) God puts you to test to reassert his supremacy, Sachin keeps passing every Test and still remains humble
11) God punishes people for their wrongdoings, Sachin takes it upon himself to rectify others’ mistakes
12) God's existence is an unsolved mystery, Sachin’s existence is beyond any doubt
13) God loves you only if you believe in him, Sachin’s genius and goodness compels you to love him
14) No one has seen God, No one will ever see another like Sachin!!!
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
there he goes ,
chanted as the legend ,
written on the pitches of the field .
on grass or the dust ,
where it touched his forehead or his feet.
on the hearts of the human,
not the nation or the breed.
riding cricket from too long ,
left his wooden armor,
like singing moan in the peace...
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
There are times
When I wish I could be a child again
Because, as far as adulthood is concerned
There is a lot of pressure and expectations
And many complications as well
Work, relationships, time, money, health
The list is endless
Also, let us not forget
That I am a divorcee
And yearning for a second marriage
Or at least, some kind of romantic relationship
And at the same time
I have to deal with work as well
Anyway, I wish I could be a child again
Because my childhood was awesome
Lots of love
From my family, cousins and relatives
Playing cricket with one of my close cousins
Going on train trips with family
Having fun with schoolmates
Including enacting the part of a Japanese anime princess!!
Playing chess with my maternal grandfather
Watching the golden era of Sachin Tendulkar
Listening to AR Rahman classics
Watching the best movies of Superstar Rajinikanth
Playing tennis with my father
During my second visit to Mumbai
And best of all
Having a life free of tension and worries
Except of course, as far as studies were concerned!!
Well, there were bad times too
For instance, the bullying I faced
Which forced me to leave a renown school
In the span of just one week!!
Nevertheless, on the whole
My childhood is something to be cherished forever
And reflecting back on it as an adult
I am filled with a sense of nostalgia
Being a Potterhead, I wish I could use a Time Turner
And go back in time
In order to revisit all those fond memories in person
Yes, I am not ashamed to say
That I wish I could be a child again
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 12:09 AM UTC
Failure hurts, no doubt
Especially when you are in Recruitment
A profession which depends on people
As much as India used to depend on Sachin Tendulkar
In the late nineties
But you know what hurts more than failure?
Imagine a T20 match
Where your team has dominated
From start to finish
And still managed to end up on the losing side
Due to a couple of bad *****
From your best bowler
In the very last over
Now, apply the same analogy to Recruitment
You have put your heart and soul
Into a particular mandate
Done a thorough search, through various portals
Called up as many candidates as possible
Presented quality profiles to the client
And lined up interviews one after the other
Everything has been worked out
To the tiniest detail
However, at the eleventh hour
The candidate backs out
Thus, you have no choice
But to start all over again
And this happens not once
Not twice
Not even thrice
But a frigging four times
However, you are no ordinary recruiter
You are a recruiter who possesses the heart of a lion
Thus, you prepare yourself for the long haul
Determined to do whatever it takes
To close this mandate, once and for all
And your efforts do pay off
Or at least, they seem to
For the client, it is a choice
Between two worthy candidates
However, as always, there is a hitch
One of the candidates has started showing signs of cold feet
While the other has to take a pay cut
That too a big one
This mandate now hangs on a knife-edge
So, it is not failure that hurts the most
But coming within an inch of success
After months of hard work
Only to have it slip through your fingers
At the very last minute
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 11:30 PM UTC
Oreii mama....
Ayyababoyi ... navvesindirooo....
.
.
Nuvvante naakishtam, nee navvante naakishtam
Sachin ki thana straight drive antha na?
Na galli lo Farhaan ki thana leg spin antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
MF Husain ki thana modified cubist style antha na?
Zakir Hussain ki thana pakhawaj antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Shakespeare ki thana kalam antha na?
Math sir ki thana blackboard duster antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Amma pette goru muddha antha na?
Nanna cheyyi pattukoni nadipinche anthe na?
Veetikante ekkuva!!
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Oreii babai...
Siggu padthundiroo...
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Heena, me bhulna chanda ha thuhanu
Jiwe tuci bhul gaye ** menu
Me pathar dil banna chanda ha
Jiwe tuci ban gaye **
Me sachin yaad nai krna chanda thuhanu
But ** nai pa reha, jinni koshish krda
Uniya gallan yaad andiya
Sala 5 phase wale park ne dimag khrab kita hoea
I hate u, sachi i hate u.
Thuhanu bhenchod nu koi fikar nai
Te me edar ewe mari ja reha
Ewe sadi ja reha
*** yaad bi kitho aau
Mere nalo *** ke pyar karan wala jo
Mil gea thuhanu
Bhen di lun ehi gal ne dimag
Khrab kita hoea
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
When you have a important meeting to attend
you get stuck in traffic jam...
When your Director calls you to his office
its always the time when you get a call from home that the baby is crying...
When you have a sudden holiday next day,
you get up in morning with migrane...
When you have visitors coming over
your fridge suddenly is all empty...
When you have to make that one important call
your mobile credit is suddenly low...
When you have a friend waiting and you are already late
You definetly will have a burst tyre...
When you have a train to catch
your work never finishes till you almost miss the train...
When some guest come over as surprise
that is the when you lazied to clean the house....its the dirtiest to the core...
When you are fooling around on phone with a friend
you miss that one important call...
When you pack and fly off finally
its then you realise the most important
thing you needed is left behind...
When you want India to win, Sachin is on the crease strong
that very momen we loose a wicket and most often a match too...
When Ghana wanted that golden penalty
by the great Asomah Gyan
he hit the goal post, lost the match, lost the hope as well...
When you have a weekend planned
the weather shining the mood swinging
you get up in the morning to see its raining whole day and becomes messy..messing the whole feeling..
When you visit an uncle's place
they praise you delicious ice-creams and cakes
you decide to make some for them in good will and love
your perfect cake burns,
your soft ice-cream milk sticks to the pan, leaving the aroma behind in ice-cream,
in the family's minds and also in ur name..
When you mess certain thing
the people around you will always say they knew you will mess
but they never warn before...
Coincidences like these do happen too often,
Strange soon they will be termed as superstition ,
Modern day women have modern day problems,
Crisis factor are changing,
Panic attacks are the same..
Handling them is modern women achievements and
Tackling them is her trade mark,
Todays women are good at multi-tasking,
and situation like these makes them excellence at par...!!!
Mom's, Wife's, Sis in law s, Sister's Daughter's, Daughter in law s, Friends..
have successfully moved ahead...
Superstition dose'nt hamper their moving spirit,
Challenge each day is mile-stone..
To achieve and move on...To another day...another mile-stone
is the formula of perfect life..
is a formula for that perfect smile...!!!
Sparkle in Wisdom
2009.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
The Prince of Tripura
Prince of Music
Only child of Sachin Dev
A king amongst composers
Was born Rahul Dev
Toddler cried in 5 notes
Hence named Pancham
Livelihood in Music
Like fish to Water
Tabla and Harmonica
Learnt playing in order
Compose for movies
Ready for the struggle
Breaking in impossible
Dream remain a dream
Assisted father
A legend peak of career
To fill in the coffers
Nobody knew
What he had to offer
Insults swallowed
Rejections followed
Years in limbo
Acted in cameo
Waited in the wings till
Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil
Supported by giants
Dazzling Score broke records from yore
Straight into people's heart like never before
Musician he was not
He was the Music
Talent Skill Genuis
All words in the dictionary
Couldn't fit his personality
Yet to find a word so true
To describe his music pure
No pinnacle
No Nadir
Music has a scale
He doesn't
Genre didn't matter
What was flowing was a river
Your ability to take
Was the music that came
Thinking and Doing
Duality hed overcome
Music written and scored
Magic Wand in hand
One stroke up and down
Tunes piled up on the
Gramaphone
500 films
3 Decades
Immortality achieved
No point counting
Still flowing
Music still gushing
Immeasurable
Enough inside
No bar time or tide
Beethoven Bach Mozart
Monet Van Gogh Picasso
Forever remain their art
Likewise the Burman Craft
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC
(what...me write vernacular English???)
Okay, the gist of anemic
checking account averred
asked from one
FaceBook English Literary bird,
I could plainly enumerate
Sachin be cured
of spellbinding nightmares,
and not accused
of acting demurred
the esse cent chill
dime a dozen premise ensured
prime merrily to discover
visa wells Fargo
sieve err (ala Eratosthenes) forward
solution, whereby means
to save money
against being gored
no...no...no...not to be stingy,
nor selfishly hoard
meager unearned social security
monthly allotment, aye ignored
to mention as key piece
of information a dub bill
lit tete ting bout with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive, not cavil
air lee shaken off and schizoid
personality disorder like evil
mailer daemons, which
undermined ability to full fill
quality existence, and even
prescribed about,
a half dozen
medications help ill
psyche, though nonetheless mill
yens of precious moments pill
furred with pro
fuse sweating still
interferes supplementing,
stoking, and socking
away reserve till,
last creased furrow sought out
here in Schwenksville
Pennsylvania most likely, where
one last gulp of oxygen will
finally deliver cremated ashes
into eternal void
where psychological state
free from being destroyed
and forever exempt trying
to be write lee employed!
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC