Saturday, December 25, 2010


Devesh Jha on Friday, December 17, 2010 at 6:29pm
Willy-Nilly of Black Night---=-=-=-{}{}{}{}----=-=-= []E\/e$ [-]
    (This Part is taken from My new english Novel, You'r  Welcome For Your each suggestion.!!)
As every night I wake up today also. Immersed night was not slumbering or being a shelter of somnambulist, this was carrying out a rivulet of dew; free from anxiety, seemed to be as serenade was cherishing to pretty champion nymph, surety of sky was denoting ceased of his before the daybreak, cloud were making abode of moon, feeble twinkling of stars was coming strongly, unhampered as without any alternative. Wind cold; refreshing sensation was causing a chill in entire soft and small hair on the body, lots of messenger of angel walking here there and everywhere in the costume of fire-fly. There was continuing of blessing kissing missing and embarrassing of blue sky and dark earth, overwhelmed starry night spurted innate disposition. Mime between earth and sky was memorable, in this modulation of a humming occurred during comet absolve in mists. If a sight fallen inside of horizons then it was given a gift of glance as someone was locking his lover into his arm and ringlets were waving due to lovely lisping of her attitude, exactly according to this manner chuckling cloud was touching the earth at horizon. My head had been painless now, I was feeling easy, and I walked my footstep while I was soundless. Reproach of day had been disappeared now. Lots of dews were fallen upon my iron made chair, I touched these by palm and kept on my cheek. I sat and gazed to the seven stars of the constellation of Great Bear (Supposed to represent seven great sages), I got one clarification; behind the third star of seven stars, in the east direction, after leaving the more three star, in the left side one star was more twinkling, I thought and massaged to eyelid, firstly I felt a bit sleep, but I was fine. Uff..! That most twinkling star was concealing and disappeared now.She was my mummy perhaps; because I felt her warmth and grew an enthusiasm. I said and shivered my hand, "Good Bye…. Mamma…!" Every colour turned into white in presence of moon or black in absence or presence of clouds in the night but a fully red rose fallen down in the near of my chair. Who threw this, in this winsome night? I had been confused in illusion of fascinating, perhaps. I took the rose and touched at the near of nose while I was searching him or her, who dare to do this zestful jest, this happened first time in my life, though I have been rising in the night since many of ears. This event was not mine imagine because rose is real. I winced by this misbehaviour, once upon I thought, may be Dad is kidding but his snoring was continued. Nothing was being yonder. My mind was jingling, is this any hotchpotch of ghost or these type things, but this was not indeed. Who made disquiet to my quite moments, I was being peeved, while I was loved by this momentary sweet jest, happened in this sweet and romantic moment. Zephyr was going on zenith of portent. My search for him or her was being ruined; I understood this is only my disorder’s illusion; still I sat on my chair and peered to the full moonlight. By the support of moonbeam, I eyed to moon and started praising of moonlight to the moon by the moon and eyeful vision was mooned by imaginary moonglade, moonshiner and moonlit. Thus my hearty mood was shivering and swaying in this whimsical environ, in a little while I listen a clinking sound… no… no… a musical guffaw. Mind was being charmed by this perfumed little laugh. Attraction of that lovely & slow chuckle clanked and sweetened three tiny bones of my ears, these bones known as Malleus, Incus, Steppes, in abbreviation m…i…s..., s... joined your sense after this you may say missing of miss by this m...i…s, s…Freshness to be contained in my brain, even again my attention went to the mixed sound of, tune of laugh and Chhann… Chhann… of Payal; tinkling sound of anklet, heard to be as transcendental tempo, was coming from the near of me. I was followed by this musical Chhann… Chhann… but sound was being run away by the feet of anklet. Now I had been known these feet were not of a masculine♀, this was of a feminine♂, because rhythms of anklet only caused to heard and worn by only feminine. This was not any awful event by him her, except teased to me. I ran to back her, I could looked her lovelock, silky and waved maroon but wetted in blackish colour long and dense her hair, earlet was hidden in earlock, I could see because that was brighten by moonlight, over all she was looked goddess of beauty from the back side only, I couldn’t follow her more than few distance, reason she ran towards that direction, where I couldn’t reach and she ran in a vast motion. Now I had been conformed that one more yond exists in my colony. There were many family person and relatives had arrived at my other neighbour Rajat uncle. As I heard, a lots of girl also came for a little occasion, may be that she would be one of them, as I thought only because I had no any evidence or proof except red rose. "Ah! What a pity." I had a bit grief for that I couldn’t see her anthoid lovesome face for a once also. I lipped the rose while eyed the red. I returned to the room, kept the red rose on the table. Suddenly my sight stucked on the photo of admit card, oh my God… she was really not only beautiful, she was unique, I have no any exact word that can reveal her beauty, above all innocent… loveable… Yes somebody was right who said her incarnation of Divya Bharti, dwelling in this photo. I made a closest distance between that rose and this photo, after this I slept with exaltation and dreamed a fragrance of chrysanthemum...
(DWELLING DEW- Story Of Scatty)
Devesh Jha

रक्त है कुछ थका थका सा, the heart broker poem for the country cowards,,, devesh jha

रक्त है कुछ थका थका सा,
फिर भी मृत्यु कि उमंग है,
गलबहियां करती उद्दीप्त सितारों से,
टूटकर चूर होने कि जंग है..

शहद बना है घाव दीमक का,
लहू चाट कर साम्राज्य सो रहा.
निवालें में ज़हर रखकर माँ ने रोटी दी है,
कहती नमक अभी भी गाँधी ढो रहा..

राज्य है या आग का चिंगारी,
थोड़ी सी प्याज के लिए,
गुर्ज़रों कि आवाज़ के लिए,
भींगती बेचारी भारत माँ थर थर,
ख़ाक लिया आज़ादी जब मर रही है नारी...

चुप हो जा, सुन्न कि संसद में शोरगुल है,
अभी मुंबई में था चार,
अब्ब गुजरात भी बीमार,
ये आतंक है या बिमारी...
कोढ़ खुजाने से मिटती नहीं,
बढ़ जाती है लाचारी,
मेरी माँ को दीमक चाट रहा है,
फिर तुक्रों में बाँट रहा है,
छि: मैं बेटा हूँ, जो अभी बी टीवी के खबरों आगे बस लेता हूँ...

दे  धुन कि तरंग से तृप्त हो गगन,
फांसी दो अपने हाथों से जो जेल में बंद..
कंचन कि मंजन से पहले, राख मल दो मुखरे पे,
गाँधी बाबा को सोने दो अब के मामूली झगडे पे...

हाथ तलवार ना लेना ना ही हिन्दू या मुस्लिम कहना,
अगर पाप नज़र आये अपने में, सबसे पहले अपनी गर्दन उतार देना..

मर जाओ रे मर जाओ, मेरे दोस्तों अब तो अपनी छोटी दुनिया से निकल कर आओ..
मारेगी ना तेरी मुहब्बत, अगर मर जाए देश तो क्या उल्फत...
 देवेश झा 

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Blood Bath- Devesh Jha

Blood Bath- A passion for betray...
It was the bit late night; pale and foggy fumes were moving, having a zephyr touch because they had absolved most of dews.
In my hostel, out of the door, a sound buzzed, as over the ears many persons were walking without any curable answer, It's the new seneschal like buddy had passionate for the knowing of reason, all were looking to each other with a fevicol silence, then I moved my long knee barer foot to the seniors.
In the corridor, I called on Nishant, whose white shirts had a glow caused by blinking and broken bulb shadowed lights, usually he wore sweater under the shirt and jacket is old and fugacious style for him. Whatever between the eye contact that was initiated for knowing the reason of that buzzing sound, he climbed on stairs and slowly – slowly moved his head that can defined how and what was going here before a bit. Me too followed him and caused the anti clockwise motion in my head as a gear fixed in the two necks of us. When he reached, I stared; he took out his dirty air of breaths ever a noon, which seems as smelling yawn, and smiled as never before. I shook my eyebrow, then he hand over a packet to me, I defined It's chicken. Nishant assured himself by the peeping into one room and then cause an attention near of my ear, “It's nothing one junior is crying.” “But why?” an sketched image having the tear and innocent face of a junior’s fixed his eye with spectacle just hobbled in my mind and then I asked, I’ll caressing from the heart, that could revealed here.
Nishant’s feature just vexed after expectoration, even he hadn’t split in his throat, “Dude, he is crying, because his girlfriend kicked him on the phone, she wants break up with him, and this duffer says he loves her.” A doodle line of destiny, ‘Love Love Love’ peeked in my mind, I stepped, and said to Nishant, “I am coming after a talk him.” Nishant flicked off his eyebrow in the ‘I don’t care’ style.
In that room 4-5 seniors, two mate of that boy sat on the different corners, one or two of them was trying to make the funny to that moment, one was caressing and a typical type his innocent face was in blush and anger with snorting breaths.
“Hay buddies what going?” I blew my toned word.
I took all’s attention, again the mobile beeped, that junior shouted, “Leave me alone… otherwise..” after his yelped and echoed slowly - slowly everybody came out, I thought I might have to face his anger right now, I should leave this spot but I said while I stepped back, “Cool… you are not at the home, It's hostel, after all roam in hell.”
After one hour, It's again me, walked in the corridor, all buddy were busy in their room, only I was staring to the new tiles of south corner, and I was increasing and decreasing that distance from my sight, suddenly I felt a shadow, Oh! It's that crying junior, he moved to me and said, “Sorry sir, I am really sorry.”
“You was in emotion, don’t regret, but consider to behave before that it could acted.” I smiled and assured him. and then I took out my matches for the smoke, only second last cigarette now preserved at my hand, so I wanted to burn it after a ling hour now I felt, I should make the puff of smoke in this fog.
“Burn it.” I hand over the cigarette and matches to the junior.
He nodded then again, I breathed in fast, and he did as I said.
“Then, why you are not in the room?”
“Actually…” he babbled.
“Whatever leaves that, take an inhalation of this.” I interrupted and offered my finger pile like cigarette. Without any hesitation, he smoked in a well manner. I thought I should ask to him that, “Do you deserve it?” but I kept this sentence in my mouth only, because in this situation, betray, he deserve all thing good or worst.
Then he requested, “Sir, can you give me matches.”
“I think fire is in this time in your heart, brain, eye so I don’t understand what the need of matches.” I drew an imaginary circle in my brain spot between the tiles and his spectacle.
“Not like that really give me your matches, please.”
I offered my matches, and then he took out his mobile, and made it in switch off mode, while he moved towards the lawn. I too followed him, in the mid of lawn he put up his mobile on the surface and collected some rough paper, after a binge he cause a fire in that, his mobile start to burn with the flame of papers and a carbon smoke rounded there. After the destroying of his connective device with his lover; mobile, he felt calm on his face. Although mobile was costly but after the burn when a writhe of smile appeared on his spectacle’s shadow, was better. I kept my matches, returned to my room with an unseen sullen, and laid on the uncovered bed.
Nishant suck lock of his calmer and secret box had a sound of hutchu... hutchu… whenever he entered his key in that lock, I had to annoyed, so yelped, “Leave that Yaar... If It's not opening then why you trying to make noise as hutchu... hutchu...”
“Oh ho... its important dude I have forget my some documents I this box...”
“Was that note or?”
“Not It's a nude note... how to see the bathroom naked girl?”
“Mature beta, hmm!! Okay do your hutchu... hutchu... I am sleeping.” I covered my head with a blanket.
“Then It's important for you Panky, parody cab of a pussy cat, in the seat of car... ouch.. ya yaa hold it hold it!!! Oh yeah”
The lustful, libido voice of Shashi echoed, because in the leisure hour he like to read the porn books and novel, and his leisure hour start from morning to the next morning, lush of his twisted tongue, reminded how a pity for engineering aspirants, no max no mute only kill the shoot of math’s equation. My maxilla felt a tear on my cheek, under the blanket I was trying to sleep, but Naina’s eye seemed as sat at my pupil and stared to wounded heart of me, for her, for blood bath in the tears fragrances.
I dreamed the nude bath of my love, then It's appeared as, a brownish but pale bath tub of my chest, one emotional fairy like feminine things is opening her cloths, oh that heart of Naina with a soft and reddish skin, then she opened the tap the blood of me started to fall off in the tub of my chest instead water, then she sprinkled my tears instead of rose water, Gulabjal, she putted the tore paper of my love letter instead of petal, for the soap she used my heart’s muscle, foam couldn’t cause only pus immersed on the smooth skin, the fragrances of crying and pain was being loud all around, in the beautiful panorama I was seeing the hated and horrible scenes, as any ghostly dull cinema.
I was being sick for seeing a bathroom’s blood bath of mine betray. The most coiled, confused dream caused a vomit in me, I shut my eyelid with tremendously attack and pushed the thoughts in the back mind, and I wanted to delete some evil memory. Shashi read loudly his add line of his porn magazine,
“Having a good item; girlfriend is necessary, for the libido partner, see the perfect match and contact us.” I spoke with a fighting furore “Off! Shut down your mouth Shashi, annoying much..!” “Okies..” Shashi putted his silence on the mouth.
After a minute, he said again, “You know? You had already a lot of partner, so you are not much interested, you have taken the joy.” I uncovered my head after full belief that now tears would have been disappeared, even though I cried in a silence sob manner, and then I told, “Still I am virgin.”
“Are you barren?”
“Don’t add the love + lust, I hate that..”
“Okies” Shashi had to wry.
Between the sob, at the slice of my cornea, I could able to see a blood spot due to my tears pressure, then again I am seeing the blood bathed Naina… i tilted my pockets having cigarette packet and burnt the last one.
(It's the part of my next fiction- Someone Special {Blink of Blind} Devesh Jha)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

"A Good Morning Cup of Smile In The Midnight"---
                                               A Poem By Devesh Jha

A good morning cup of smile in the midnight......
A fragnance of you, in the dancing dew...
As your image looks in my hue,
Feel the wind of love's que,
Touch my lips as flame touch to light,
A Good Morning cup of smile in the midnight.
Hotchpotch of my heatrbeats,
Always snuggle for your kiss,
Then whisperse I miss, I miss,
O! Miss Kiss of Angel, is on my lips..
Rider of fate, don't wait for flight,
A good morning cup of smile in the midnight..

Keep your eye into my close,
Then listen to the air of my nose,
O! Mild anther of a rose,
Don't annoy for my beloved...
She is best blossoms of nature's almight,
A good morning cup of smile in the midnight..
In the wave of sea, see, meech,
When slowly sit she, me, bessech..
The divine of glee, lee, witch..
The magic we hug to other each...
Our love pride more than mountain height..
A good morning cup of smile in the midnight...
Dance your eyelid with my liplocks,
Do fast we have to walk more than clocks,
My Angel, I am ready to life's each socks,
Hold me tighly, I can face adversity of lots...

Without you I am the rainbow as black and white,
A good morning cup of smile in the midnight...
Welcome in my imagination, take my happiness,
Its the God bless, you are my Zest, You are my busy and rest,
Angel kiss the word "Devesh",
Or cut it keep on your name and pest..
As my breaths, always cross from your grace,...

You are in my eye, only you yonder in all sight,
A good morning cup of smile in the midnight.

Devesh Jha

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

love verse..

सुबह  को छूती  पहली  किरण  हो  तुम,
हँसते  लबो  में  छुपी  गम  हो  तुम,
ख्वाहिशों  को  समेट नज़रों  में ,
मंजिल  कि  ओर  बढती  कदम  हो  तुम.
ये  फूलों  कि  राहें  काँटों  में  खो  गए.
तस्वीर  तुम्हारी इन्ही वादियों  में  छोड़ गए.
अब  आँचल  को  मुखरे  पर  टिका  दो,
मेरे  जीवन  के  पायल  कि  छन - छन  हो  तुम,,,,,,
देवेश झा

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

बचपन जब प्यार हुआ था....

बचपन जब प्यार हुआ था....
मत जलाओ आँखों की जुगनू को रात भर कि,
आँसू  बनके  भाप  सांसों  में  घुल जायेगा.
गिर पड़े हैं तेरे क़दमों के निशाँ पर,
के लहू हमारी तेरे धूल से धुल जायेगा.. 
हम किताबों के पन्ने में कुछ लिखा करते थे,
फिर रात भर तकिये तले उसे दबा रखते थे..
अब ना लिखों कुछ अपने होठों पर,
कि दब के कलम तेरे होठों से मचल जायेगा,
जाने क्या हम छुप छुपे के देखा करते थे..
तब कि नादानी में भला क्या अकल आएगा,
अट्ठन्नी को निचे गिरा तेरे जुल्फों पे झुका करते थे.
अब शायद ही तुम चूरन कि पुडिया लाती होगी,
फिर दोस्तों से छुपा मेरे किताबों में छुपाती होगी..
अब तो आधी छुट्टी का इंतज़ार ना होता होगा,
कि जब हम अपने बस्तें खिड़की से फेंक भागा करते थे,
वो बेचारा टूटा पीपल भी रोता होगा,
जहाँ तेरी चूरन के बदले हम चुम्बन दिया करते थे..
देवेश झा

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Drowsy Yawn...

उन्ही को खबर नहीं,
उनके आँसू  से  ही अपनी आँख धोयी है..
सारी रात सिरहाने में था,
सपना बनके सोया मैं,
उन्हें इस की खबर नहीं,
वो तो चला आया मैं आधी रात में,
जानने बाद की वो किसी और के लिए रोई हैं.
चाहत थी मेरी,
किसी और की वफ़ा बन गए,
बीमारी थी मेरी,
किसी और की दवा बन गए.
सजदा थी मेरी,
किसी और की दुआ बन गए.
मेरी ही छुपी जुर्म,
मुझी को सजा बन गए,
चल हुआ ये गीत पुराना सा,
हमने तो कुछ पागलपन की है,
पहले तो सपने में जाता था,
आज कल हमने खुदको उनके ही घर में बंद की है.
हाँ मैं लटकता तस्वीर हूँ,
जिसे हर साल वो फूल चढ़ाती है,
फिर अपने प्यार की मौत
के आँसू सभी को दिखाती हैं,
पागल लोग तो चले जाते हैं,
मैं तो दिवार पर ही लटकता हूँ,
फिर से मरने का जी करता,
जब अपने कातिल संग तुझे,
इसी घर में लेटे देखता हूँ..
 देवेश झा