Hua Kya hai

Written by a friend phillosopher and guide, Anuj Bhandari. This is a peice of litereature that i totally fell in love with when i heard it the second time. The first time i only understood half the words. 

Guzar jaati hai hazaron ki jindagi 

aapki zulfon ko sulajhte huae dekhne mai.

baith kar roop ki machaanon pe 

sun kahan paate ho 

un guzarti hui fariyadon ko.

door se baith ke dekhti ho

apne aashikon ke janazon ko

aur poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

ujad gae maekhane saakhi ke intazar mai

aur toote huae pyalon ko dekh ke 

poochti ho ki ...... hua kya hai ?

Jaala diye hamne apne aarmanon ki tasveeron ko

aur bujhte hui aag to dekh ke 

poochti ho ki ..... hua kya hai?

raat bhar aati ho tasavur mai

aur doondhlai hui aakon ko dekh ke savare 

poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

sanjidgi aa gai hai ab to muskurahat mai bhi 

aur hamari khamoshi ko sun ke 

poochti ho ki ... hua kya hai?

tum poochti thi tou haale dil bayan karne ki 

Himmat si jut ti thi

Ab to sara zamana poochta hai ki .. Hua Kya hai?

detae hai jawab tumhare in nadan sawalon ka

Karte hai mohobat, dil ki gehriyon se zaada

agar shak hai to lelo intihan hamari chahaton ka

magar bas ab na poochna ki ... hua kya hai?

Anuj Bhandari 

Dodging Chemistry

The sounds of wroom and Whoosh and
Scherrrr I'd relate to a racing track
but as they say the world is round
what goes around comes back
of late the classes have begun
and I have Chemistry again
So again in class I'l sit and write
that the subject is such a pain
Oh! getting back to where I was
the sounds of Whoosh and Wroom
Right now in this class i am
I can hear thse in the room
The Prof. standing and preaching
in a language unknown to man
and i'm genuinely trying to pay
attention, as much as i possibly can
but the words Pyridine chloro chromate
just do not ring a bell
the words just bounce of my head
and hopefully land up somewhere in hell
this bouncing of words you know
is not a funny thing
they clash and clang and bang away
before disappearing in a bling
now tired of the banging
I'm playing a different game
I'm trying to miss the words
that he's throwing all the same
At times i am successful and
the words pass near my ear
The whoosh and wroom and at times
a scherrr, that how i am able to hear

Kanishk Kakkar
17/7/08
1104

Laissez-faire

College started again. First thing that happened after the day in the dust (cleaning it up actually) was the long list of new rules which kinda reminded me of this poem that i had written about doing away with rules like this

Laissez-faire

From time in memorial it is known to man

That he should be left to do what he can

No rules, no regulations no bell at night

Let man work his way and fight his fight

Situations will come; there will be many a test

For him to find a way, to show he’s the best

Darwin called it survival of the fit

Each man builds his own bit by bit
so now its time for me to fend

A helping hand to myself I’ll lend.

Kanishk Kakkar

24/1/07

1108

Naye Yaden

This is one of my few Hindi poems that are a little serious, I also saw this new feature that blogger has that lets u write in the script so here goes:

न्यी यादें

कुछ बातें अन कही हुई

कुछ पल छूटे हुए

कुछ यादें हैं जो साथ में हैं

और कुछ साथ हैं भूले हुए

कई लोग आते जाते हैं

कुछ अपनी बात छोड़ जाते हैं

कुछ छूट्टी हुई इन यादों से

कुछ लम्हे वापस आते हैं

आए हुए इन यादों के

साये में पल गुज़र जाते हैं

इन गुज़रे हुए पलों में

एक ज़िन्दगी सी रहती है

जीयों इस ज़िंदगी को इस ज़िन्दगी में

ये ज़िन्दगी मुझ से कहती है

कनिष्क कक्कर

३१/१/२००७

१२२७

Rhyme of the ancient Abominable Hill

Before you start reading this post i wish to forewarn all readers that this is a very very long and extremely stupid post, that may malign certain characters that may be close to your hear and if that causes any sort of mental agony i am not responsible. I am also not responsible for the time and head you loose ever reading the following, u still want to read it ciao

Rhyme of the ancient Abominable Hill

Once upon a time in the middle of the sea

There was a pretty island, as pretty as can be

Upon this little island there was a mighty bore

Not a shirt upon his back, purple pants he wore[1]

He went into the forest one day he went to find some food

But good lord of gracious he let little red riding hood.

They walked through the forest and reached the mighty sea

There faraway in the distance a ship. Could it be???

It wasn’t just a ship it was the Black Pearl

On the mast stood Captain Sparrow hair tied in a twirl

He steered the ship to land, got off upon the shore.

Took a swig himself and offered some rum to the mighty bore

Then along came Barbosa who was supposed to have been dead

His one eyed glance fell upon hood little riding red

Oye said the pirate how‘d what is your name?

I’m your maite from Australia, what is your claim to fame?

She showed her little basket and took a little bow

In it stood a treasure the best that man did know

It was a largish flower, a flower of a magical kind

But to make the magic work a fey one had to find

They key was with a man called Robin Hood in tights

Legend has it he entertained, with his funny fights

The pirates stole the flower and went to look for hood

To enter the forbidden forest the pirates must have been good

After crossing many a hurdles, they were stopped by the mighty bore

Who drew a wand and flicked it and turned into Dumbledore

Beside him appeared his army that looked all very nice

But the pirates sipped some rum and turned them into mice

Alone stood the head master mumbling to himself in rage

Because the pirates took his wand and put him in bill turners cage

Along went the pirates to find hood and his merry men

They beat them all and got the key but got lost in colgate top ten

Sparrow was singing, Barbosa dancing to pop

Until a channel change put them on a mountain top

The two sailors stood there with rum and key and all

On an abominable mountain snowy standing tall

They showered, bathed and washed their hair

But could find no dryer to their despair

Along came in the snow a bear like thing

A white ferocious abominable bling

As he approached, the sailors shook with chill

He hugged them and asked, “Why are you on this blasted hill?”

He took them home made them warm and dry

Barbosa was so touched he performed is famous one eyed cry

There were lightning bolts and jolts of thunder

Electricity got scared ran six feet under

The TV blew, I think I hadn’t paid the bill

Oh well alas now we’ll never know what happened on the abominable hill.

Kanishk Kakkar

21/06/08

1437

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[1] Think HULK

Dream, Think, Create

A vision here a dream there
A thought here about everywhere
Good and bad makes two and two
A chain of ideas together sew
And with this chain come along
Add to it, let’s make it long

A storm here a boggle there
A stream of sparks flowing everywhere
Of all the lights pick up a few
Spring to life make something new
Be it a thing, a bing, a dong
At least to you it will belong.

Kanishk Kakkar
10/06/20081029

Song Unsung

Well coming back from memory lane here is something that is very fresh written just early this morning, the pic does not explain too much but somehow fits its something that can not be told.

Song Unsung

Another day another thought

Another way, today I sought

I path less seen I chose to choose

I believed in it and let faith loose

I clambered upon another soul

And lit a candle in a deep dark hole

The soul met another and the word spread

The word moved on long after it was dead

On some silent nights even now

If you listen properly I’ll tell you how

You can here me singing a song I know

A song that’s in the head I’ll let you know

It is a voice that can not be sung

It’s a feeling that lingers on every rung

The closer this song gets to thee

The better you know yourself and me

Kanishk Kakkar

20/06/2008

0033

A time that was

There was a time when I understood

It wasn’t such a mystery

But now when I look at you and think

Comprehension is a matter of history

I used to see you curl and twine

And I knew what you had to say

But, I haven’t understood you since

Why did I go away?

I know I was away, but then

It was a short while

But the distance that has crept between us

Is longer than a mile

Oh well alas I’ll try my best

To solve this funny mystery

And it will be an uphill task

To understand chemistry

Kanishk Kakkar

12/3/2008

0816

A time unspoken off

A time unspoken off

There was a time and it was good it was a time of glory

About this time I’ll tell you now, it is an interesting story.

About this time it came and went it was a shade of orange yellow

And in this time was Sergeant Blackbottom, he was a jolly good fellow

The Sgt. Now, a horse he rod, he rode through all the land,

Until one day the horse just stopped, and Sgt. fell into the sand.

The Sgt. rose and saw his horse, It was blushing with a giggle

The horse to Sgt. helplessly, Your stirrup made me jiggle

And then the Sgt. vanished away into a spacious little room, and the horse into a hairy bushy broom.

Then all of a sudden in a span of an hour

Appeared a mop that looked a little sour

This mop was awesome it knew how to bend

And with that I come to an abrupt end.

Kanishk Kakkar

4/3/2008

1535

Nonsense Hang over

Non Sense Hang over

Once upon a time in the middle of a dream

I saw my self struggling through a puddle of cream

Nonsense it was it was so insane

I was laughing with joy while shrieking with pain

This dream had no beginning it had not an end

To a vogon space ship had I been sent

The poetry I am writing was stupider than theirs

I read it to the vogon who started pulling his hair

His large intestine strangled his brain

While the ship was blasting I ran into the drain

Where I met the mice the rulers of the land

Took some cheese from them in exchange for some sand

The rats are weird the sand they ate

And were singing like crazy, shit it’s the alarm I’m late.

Kanishk Kakkar

8/2/2007

Peacefully violent

Again i was in one of my insane moods and this poem swam into my head so i just inked it...

Peacefully violent

One fine morning in the middle of the night

Two dead boys got up to fight

Back to back they faced each other

The drew out their swords and shot each other

The swish of guns the bangs of swords

Silenced the dead the woke up the boards

As the fight ensued in peace they lay

Rolling in their graves the fought all day

The sun was sleeping the world awoke

Killing each other laughing at the joke

On this fine morning in the middle of the night

When two dead boys got up to fight

A deaf police man nearby woke up with the noise

And came to rescue the two dead boys

Kanishk Kakkar

25/8/2007

1213

Times

Had Thought wrote poem,

Times

There are times u will always cherish

There are times when u will see

There are times u'l look back at and smile

There are times u'l remember me

There are times when the earth shall shatter

There are times when the sky will fall

There are times when its all going fine

There are times u'l feel 6 feet tall

There are times when there is no tomorrow

There are times when there was no past

There are times that define history

There are times meant to last

There are times that pass at breakneck speeds

There are times that take your breath away

There are times that test your every nerve

There are times that you just call it a day

There are times that fly by

There are times that do not crawl

There are times when we so really wish it,

but its only time that you can never stall.

Kanishk Kakkar

30/7/07

0133

Start Over

Well just another one of my random poems I call this one

Start Over

Another year has just began
a new day a new sun
A new goal a Fresh Start
Another play a new part
More people to come by
A new sky for me to fly
Amidst the future and the past
i see the present moving fast
the time has come the time is here
no time for sorrow not a place for tear
now feeling inspired to the core
with the eagles i shall soar

Kanishk Kakkar
12/7/07
1043

Future

When it comes to pol sci and staying awake in class the two things don't quite gel together with me. So i needed a good method of staying awake, for some time taking notes helped but not for long, i needed something more interesting and something that could keep me busy, which is when i wrote this, very bored of the pol sci that was being taught, although i don't have pol sci anymore, the poem is still there. The reason i call it Future is because i could not think of anything else...

FUTURE

FUTURE


Is today the day that I live to see?
What can I expect how will it be?
The mystery exists but is not here
Is seems so but it isn't clear
Every morning is a fresh new day
What will happen what can I say?
There is so much that's going on
Wonder what story will be born?
If there is anyone who can tell me so
Tell me where I am going to go
The only certainty of the hour
That certainty is very far
So forgetting predictability for once and for all
Just enjoy each day and have a ball.


Kanishk Kakkar
25/07/06
0930