Saturday, December 25, 2010


Devesh Jha on Friday, December 17, 2010 at 6:29pm
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    (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...
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