Thursday, September 5, 2013



Ek tasveer aankhon mein chupaye firta hun teri..,
Ki kahin koi sapno se bhi tujhey chura na ley jaye!
Ye chaahat apney seeney mein chupaye rakhta hun mai meri,
Ki kahin tujhey apney faisley pe yakeen na reh paye.

Tujhey wo khushiyan de purey kayenaat ki,
Jinse shayad tu mere sang rehke mehroom na reh jae!
Meri chaahat hai ye ki wo tujhey pyaar de itna,
Ki ghalib ki gazlon mein tera naam bhi shumaar hojae!

Un paati ka,un patton ka jo tujhe dene ke liye likhey they,
Wo anchuwey se kaagazaat jo apna rang kho chukey they!
Aaj baith-key unko in angaaron ki lapton se mila raha hun,
Apney sapnon ke gharondey ko aag ki bhenth chadha raha hun.

Bas itni si guzaarish zarur karunga mai tujhse,
Un sapno ke kuch aansh na lena tu mujhse!
Kyunki yahi mere jeeney ka eklauta sahara hai,
Isliye teri tasveer ko aankhon mein utaara.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

"How I Met Your Mother Season 8 finale- Is Cristin Milioti really the mother we were waiting for so long?"

Yeah she is wearing those long brown boots,yes she has a yellow umbrella which is the most mentioned entity about the mother and of course she has with her the guitar case, but most thriving question is that is she really the mother on HIMYM for whom we had been awaiting for 8 years since its debut in 2005.

Season 8 finale of How I Met Your Mother on 13th May 2013 showed us the most promising person who we can call the going to be mother of this show- Cristin Milioti. But still I can't give this thing a yes till it is confirmed by the creaters of this show i.e. Carter Bays and Craig Thomas. The thing which is creating so much doubts in my mind right now is that it is not officially announced yet that she is the mother. And there are some factors too which are denying these speculations of Cristin being the mother.

Here are some points to consider:-

#1- Having a yellow umbrella in her hand doesn't confirms that she is the mother. It can be that the umbrella is not the one which we all fans expected to be. Or this unnamed girl can be somewhat related to the mother and is carrying her umbrella. She can be her sister, her co-band player or her manager(well that one was just a thought, she can't be such a big star).

#2- In the credits at the end Cristin Milioti is described as 'the girl with the yellow umbrella' and not as the mother. This can be a hint by the creators that 'wait amigos the curtian is not totally opened yet'.

#3- Her physical attributes are not so familiar with the one we have been seeing in the past episodes; she looks bit short in height.

#4- Moreover it has been the habit of creators of HIMYM to surprise us with something totally unexpected everytime.

Whosever the mother is and whatsoever the other websites are claiming, I just mentioned my idea behind all this.
Yeah Cristin is cute and has sweet awesome voice but I expected something much more then that...may be Sarah Wayne Callies or Mila Kunis or maybe Melanie Jayne Lynskey!

Ok so here we end this discussion and wait for season 9 which will be live in September.
Adios amigos!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

An Infant's Lesson

An Infant's Lesson

A Poem by Amit Amola

He died at his eighties with a proper end,
And yesterday he was born again.
This time Sir Alex had a new face,
Along with a new name by his parent's grace.

Less excited was he in his new name,
More curious was he to know what has changed.
Though for a year he couldn't see much,
As his new mom never let him off her clutch.

But in meantime he had observed a lot,
Like his father never used an overcoat.
And instead of farms he used to work in a place so far,
That he often travelled in something known as car.

There were no carts, there were no bulls,
And neither these cars were needed to pull.
It used to travel at lightening pace,
By what modern humans called Petroleum's grace.

Less excited was he to see that car move,
More curious was he to see a cloud of black soot.
Which was coming from back of the car,
And he felt as if dark clouds were preparing to show'r.

But alas, there were no shower nor any sign of rain,
Instead that black soot choked his lungs and brain.
Sir Alex thought maybe it's a modern thing,
Perhaps inside its back there's someone cooking.

When he grew bit older and started to move,
He saw so many things which he couldn't prove.
He couldn't just understand how possible it could be,
As he saw people moving in a box called TV.

And moreover he couldn't believe in his eyes,
When he saw a giant thing passing by in the sky.
It wasn't a bird or any natural thing,
It was quite big and without moving wings.

Less excited was he to know what was that thing,
More curious was he to know how it flew without real wings.
But as Sir Alex was doing some thinking,
A bird flew in for a piece of crumbling.

He forgot that giant and approached that bird,
In wish to exchange with her some words.
But as he knee walked towards that fowl,
It flew away and sat beside the bowl. 

Sir Alex rumbled as if saying- “Come here you
I have done nothing to you !”
While bird chirped in a different tone,
As if exclaiming- “please don't moan”.

“It's the way we all have to behave
Or you humans will make us slave
If I don't be away from you
What will my little fledglings do”

Sir Alex was stunned for a moment,
Because in his preceding life they didn't even touch a rodent.
What has changed in a millennium or two,
Was not only for that bird but was inhumane for him too.

The bird also told the true state,
Of our mother Earth and her near fate.
It's becoming a hell where no one would like to be,
And for the question who is culprit? Answer is we.

Less excited was he to know what damage has been done,
More curious was he to know what remedial steps they should begun.
But alas, what more good she could had told to him,
Her mind was not so skilled in comparison to human being. 

She was just a spectator, humans were real protagonist of this play,
Who left the Duncan's army and went in Macbeth's way.
We all know the end and we know who was deceased,
But hey Macduff, Oh Macduff when will your legacy be received.

Sir Alex knew that, that time has come,
When he'll forget everything from past and his new life will begun.
It's almighty's grace that he leaves some wit from our past,
So that we can acclimatize to the new world in which we're cast.

It's not infant Alex who now needs to learn,
To face new hitches which come across turn by turn.
It's we the humans, the mighty moral fools,
Who need to learn some ethical values.
That all creatures whether big or small,
Have right to live in peace before they fall.

The person who is reading...yes I'm talking to you,
There is always a thing which you can do
To bring about the change we seek,
Which as an individual we always feel is bleak.

Together we can change this world,
We don't need bacteria to convert milk into curd.
Say no to pollution, and to all contamination we do,
Because our kids won't like the mess we lead them into.

There is still some time my friends,
And even my foes, you listen too
It's not the time to engage in war,
It's time to spread love and harmony's hue.

Remove all the ills and enmities,
And give place for peace to fill,
Because mother Earth has got enough,
To fulfil all our will.

Thursday, April 25, 2013



A Poem by Amit Amola

I just loved you,
And loved you too deep
I just want to show you,
The true love in me.
But I can’t just make you feel,
The love which resides in me,
And that’s why I am alone,
With loneliness beside me.

I just saw you smiling one day,
With a beautiful look on me,
I felt like I am drowned,
As if ‘m soul free…

But my life became a painful sin
When I found that I did a vainfull thing
That it was not me, whom you gave a smile,
But was a handsome guy, whom you just said goodbye…

Not like me, he took his chance,
And asked you, to take you in arms,
You very gracefully accepted the request
And thus very scornfully brought an end to my love quest..

But how can I reveal,
The truth of that rogue to you
He is not a good guy my love,
He has many more like you…

I am heartbroken,
I am full of pain,
Not because of your behavior to me,
But of your choice which you made too soon…

Miss calls!

Miss calls!

A Poem by Amit Amola

Tring-Tring rang the cell !
Running towards that trembling bell;
Thought of someone, want to talk.
Aiming the number on screen-
Which was shimmering all light green……

After a while, shush was mobile.
I looked into it with a smile.
An old friend remembered I,
A “miss call” I don’t know why?
Is there a message to evoke?

Or is this a stupid joke?
Starts the work of guessing;
With some amount of suppressing.
Finally deciding not to hinder more;

I spell some bad, for that wicked foe.
With some more teasing sense;
He again tried to have a mess.
On this time twice it rang,

Red eyed, I shut off my cell with a bang.
Breaking his all wish of call back,
I went for a sweet sleeping spell……
Tring-Tring rang the cell;
But I went for sleeping spell !

Hope Is Alive

Hope Is Alive

A Poem by Amit Amola

As the sun set in dawning style,
But not as similar to the morning time.
I moved in the dark with my withering steps
As some of the successor went laughing by.

Little time ago, I too was in this race
But soon got lost due to my own mistakes.

I am walking alone in this nightmare dark,
With fog helping the rivals, in diminishing my spark.

Soon some passed with their successful stride
With their lights opened at ultimate height.

In my lost world, when hope was shorted sight
I found the right path, and went straight aright.

Soon that barrier of faultiness was deprived
And I got this feeling that:-
Hope Was Still Alive

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Ugly Truth Of Freedom

                                      The Ugly Truth Of Freedom

I saw a boy sitting alone
All alone beside a tombstone
Wailing for the loss he had undergone
In the war which left everyone to mourn.

The war which his custodians fought
To end the severe harassment they got
A war through which freedom they sought
Through which peace and harmony could be bought.

They knew it won’t be a good legacy to own
As life-long suffering can tremble any soul
They knew their tots won’t be able to abate
The unknown treachery written in their fate.

For this sole reason they put their life on stake
And crafted a plan for the rebellion they would take
But before they could start their journey to liberate
The tyrant cut off their head and threw them for vulture’s sake.

Thus a mighty uprising received a premature end
The bairns and babes were left with no warrior to defend
Thus the oppressor got a chance to enslave
The one whom he considered traitor and knave.

Oh almighty God, where’s that justice gone
Which persists for barbarians but for weak it was never born.
Where is that divine vengeance which fell like a bolt
In past, upon those defaulters like Stalin and Adolf.

Is this the ugly truth which we need to face
That those idols and shrine’s are just so bitterly fake?
And we are the one whose endeavour in past brought
That ultimate freedom which never existed we thought.

The Unexpected Departure

                               The Unexpected Departure

Though every second my brain cell grows,
And every moment I get one minute old,
Should I be merry that my birthday has arose,
Or rather I should be in grief that my farewell is close.

This is the delusion which simply arose,
Because of our tendency to forget and ignore.
To forget the sorrowful end we will receive,
At the end of our life for ignoring and deceive.

Deceiving those friends and admirer of thine,
Who had love and affection for you every time.
Each and every moment who would feel the pain,
Of parting with you as their affection went in vain.

They are the one who would be so obsessed,
By you and your memories and your rejoicing jest.
They were the one who deserved at least,
A last meeting with you till you take your last breath.

That last glimpse of your eye’s spark which they couldn’t get.
Those last words they heard from you which they can’t forget.
Oh! Doesn’t they deserved to see the moment when you left.
Or either to gain your meagre importance they had to give a test.

If you could come back from your eternal afterlife,
And see the dreadful condition of the people including your wife.
You would find those people are in so miserable state,
That even their tearful eyes couldn’t change the fate.

Though this rule of nature is itself so utterly bleak,
That every time when someone departs, we all start to weep.
This wailing for short time is not so prolong,
As every person on this land knows that show keeps going on.

A humble Request to Nature

                               A humble Request to Nature

Here I tread upon the sand,
With a magic wand in my hand,
Thought for a while with a withered smile,
Can I change this feeble sight?

I hope the nature will tell me sometime,
The mighty changes he makes within,
In this gorgeous world of his own,
Doesn’t he feel the pain in this?

Can you tell me the rules you made,
To create this faulty world of fake,
With mortal figures roaming around,
And calling them the discoverer of fate.

I hereby as a gentleman pray you,
To make some rules for us too,
So that we humans recognize our mistakes,
And get corrected to all the pride we intake.

Money may not always buy happiness

                 Money may not always buy happiness

Where I was and what I am now,
That’s a very typical story that teaches how.
How I earned those laurels and fame,
And how in between I lost the game.
The game which I started with my fellow mates,
Of aspiring to reach our success gates.
The gates beyond which wealth would reside,
And behind whom my friends would stand despised.

Leaving all my friends to their own fate,
I rushed towards my fortune gate.
Though I had already achieved a lot,
But at that time I was a greedy rogue.
Coins were my candies, money was my cupcake,
Rather than food, rupees and dollars were my intakes.
I was merely blind as I was unable to see the truth,
That lust of money lured me to waste my youth.

Though joy was still there,
But my passion for enjoyment decreased.
As friends were many around me,
But true friendship was ceased.
I had too much to share,
But I needed someone close indeed.
To reveal my sorrows and my pains,
Which were almost pathetic and discreet.

At that particular moment,
I learned an important fact.
That my decision at those gates,
Was cause of my regret,
I had betrayed my friends,
I had cheated on them.
For sake of that evil treasure,
I had committed a sin.

If now I could make up that lost time,
If now I could regress.
I would bet all my money,
And all of my progress.
This unfulfilled desire, would always prevail,
In a small closet of my heart without being unveiled.
Neither money can buy, nor wealth can be used,
To achieve that happiness again which was left and rebuked.