Any Aurora Od November (Mumbai Terror)

Attack.. Attack..  Mumbai Terror Tribute

Note:-(This post is taken from my fiction Dwelling Dew, no any part is real.. its only and only imaginory)

Mumbai,

Any aurora of November,

Running life, run away people,

Nobody ask to himself by stay of his footstep for few moments, why much hurry is? Either lucky person goes on splendour or salutation of kingdom moved towards utter destruction, rider of fate could have been failure on the facing of laborious talent even those didn’t succeed. Eventuality of titillated jest stopped though lots of laughter searching his future on the sorrow.

Winsome city Mumbai, really this is one of the best place not all over India in fact world. We have pried on the city of gold give such a spicy feel and smell of lavender, Bombay sometime regarded as dream town where paradise come across through footpath. You may say that treasure’s gate of Kuber, the God of money and wealth open from economical capital of our country. Hammering sound of local train circulated life of Mumbai, hissing sound of sea and caused by blooming wave, doing hullabaloo foam located as hoar frost that hitched hollo of tourist and devotional touch of Ganpati Bappa, really amazing and cordial. Lives of Mumbai do not lean against the day and night or joyful or listless, they have no any quality of plants of touch-me-not, believe in the endurance made them undefeatable. Though you have to praise and thanks to people of Maharashtra for his great and unforgettable contribution to making a most powerful and invincible country to India but some ever something is pinching to soul of other state’s citizen as……….?

First Hour,

Abruptly a ravaged sound convoluted to everybody. Lassitude of many had breached. "What this was?" Many faces caused a stranger figure on their forehead.

Sensational news on the television, Terror attack on Mumbai, Hotel Raaz is destroying, CST is sieving, furore………

Nation became restless, commotion spreader everywhere.

"What’s happening?" A terrified voice moved in the larynx of everybody dumb also. Common men were running with fear of death as rabbit. Only ten armed were giving the cyclone image to furore in the blowing air of Mumbai.

"Maaaa…Bhago…Dhannya…Death…..Boom….blast….aaauchhhhh….aaahhhhhh…fire…..spark……stunned eye….injured body….screaming noise…squeal…hanged muscles with blood…imploring ….wounded body with soaked of blood…..

Fountain of blood……charrrrrrrrr………charrrrrrrrr…

Hey Bhagwan…… O! Jesus…….. Allahhhh……. Wahe guru…. Papa…… bahiya…jaanuuuu… babu…… mara dikara

Mulgi……..Kya kusur hamara...aanh ... whooooooooo…. Now………

Heart throbbing squeal of every age child, old, man, lady, girl, working women or college girl, weepiness had arose all of four direction, but warning of terrorist brought a ghostly silence as crematorium.

A dreary silence in the crowd of hubbub and gloomily fog of fume cased by gun powder absolved in the blood, the mud made up of blood and gun powder leaped on the history of terror.

Nation started to weep; the salty tear of India was about to becoming absolved in the water of Arabian Sea. The forceful image of India in sight of entire world had been converted in a helpless figure on broken canvas that time. East was weeping; north stunned but no more north, south was squealing, and being festival in the west, at present of India. Exploded heart of Himalaya was fretting on the limpidness and purity of Ganga. Golden bird was flying after chuck and chucking of gunpowder by his claw on the beak. Largest democracy was searching cause of crime in the pages. Terrorist continued to engraving of terrible pictures on the wall of hotel Raaz. Sometime sink through rain; Mumbai will make reddish to sea by flowing in the blood, today. The safety revolver were sleeping in the pillow of film stars, they not. .....

Though I am a mad person but I also love my India,

                                                Devesh Jha
  From the My new Novel Dwelling Dew (Story of Scatty)

A great salutation for everybody who faced this attack as Police administration, Our Army, common people and every person of Mumbai for their unforgettable courage, and tribute to all of those Indian and some of our foreigner guest who are not in this time between us………

Willy-Nilly of Black Night

                   

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.

From the my new novel Dwelling Dew (Story Of Scatty)

                         Devesh Jha

Wonder happens after love... 
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा,
जैसे ट्रैफिक का टूटा  रूल,
जैसे पिक्चर हो पैसा वसूल.  
जैसे मैक्डोनाल का पिज्जा,
जैसे गजनी  का गज्ज़ा,
जैसे फेसबुक का प्रोफाइल,
जैसे मोटोरोला का मोबाइल.
हो! जैसे कॉलेज में सहेली,
जैसे दिवाली में हो होली...
जैसे सू सू करता नवजात,
जैसे घर से भगाता बाप..
एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा...
जैसे बाइक में ख़त्म हो पेट्रोल,
जैसे सचिन हो जीरो पे बोल्ड..
जैसे मुंबई का ब्लास्ट,
जैसे बोर होता क्लास..
जैसे एकोन लिपस्टिक लगाये,
जैसे जोर्ज बुश गाना गाये...
हो जैसे बंद हुआ हो लिफ्ट..
जैसे सस्ता मिला हो गिफ्ट.

एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा...

जैसे ख़ाली ATM से पैसा निकालू

जैसे गर्ल फ्रेंड के संग सोता भालू.. (Taddy Bear )
हो जैसे न चलता हो फटा  नोट ..

जैसे पानी में रह जाये नया कोट..

एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा..

दूसरी को देखा तो उससे से भी अजीब लगा...

                                                               देवेश झा

Touch Imagination

An unknown beloved, who doesn't know, I know her......
अपने बेचैनियों की सुबह तलाशता हूँ,
कभी कभी इसकी वज़ह तलाशता हूँ.
आंसू हटाकर अपने मन से,
धड़कन में छुपी कम्पन तलाशता हूँ.

गाने को तो कोई धुन न मिलता,
होठों से यूँ ही चिपके हर्फ़ फेंका,
लोगों ने कहा ग़ज़ल बन गए.
मैं अभी धुंध में खोया ही था,
उन्होंने आके लिपटा दी बाँहें अपनी,
हर अश्क ओस के जल बन गए..

नाकामयाब इश्क की फतह तलाशता हूँ,
जन्हा हो हम वो एक साथ वो जगह तलाशता हूँ.
अपने यादों के हर कफ़न से,
मौत जो ना मिलती मुझे बेवज़ह तलाशता हूँ...

झूठी जिंदगानी की हर बिसात मैंने ही बिछायी थी,
सूखे बादलों में पहली बरसात मैंने ही लायी थी.
चलकर हम करीब जा सकते थे,
पर पैरों में जंजीर एक रात मैंने ही बनायीं थी...
                                                                     देवेश झा

The little bit touch....

Wonder happens after love...
तुम मुझे यूँ सपनो में क्यूँ दिखती हो,
जब भी रात ठहर कर रोता है,
तुम मेरे पलकों को क्यूँ छूती हो?
सजा कहूँगा तो वफ़ा क्या करूँगा,
बहने दो होठों से लहू मेरी,
एक नमकीन सी खुश्बू तो होगी,
सांसो की जो होंगी आंसू से बेहतर,
रात का जलता दिया, जुल्फों से कहती है,
अब प्यार के दो चार कदम पर,
हम होंगे तुम होगी लेकिन पास तो कुछ भी न होगा....

तुम मुझे बिन हर्फो की कैसे पढ़ती हो,
जैसे बिना नींद का कोई सोता हो,
जैसे होठ तो बांध जाते पर आवाज़ टूटी हो.
इसे कसक कहूं तो अदा क्या कहूँगा,
नजरो में उड़ने दो अक्स हूबहू मेरी,
दूर से ही तो थोड़ी गुफ्तगू होगी.
कभी कभी मिलती थी जो गिरकर,
अब चोट ज़ख़्म से कहती है,
उनके हाथों की मरहम पर,
आह तो होगी लेकिन अहसास न होगा.
                                                          देवेश झा  

Suno to jara..

Created by   Devesh Jha

Bahut hua andhere me rona, ab mujhe jeeene ki raat dedo,

Kisi aur shaam apne labon ko chhuna, ab subah ki ek jhuthi mulakat de do.

Yun tum julfon ko pani me bhingne na do, ki sard sa hawa mujhse guzar jati.

Wo halki si kajal ko anchal se milne na do, raat ka atka ansoo abhi bhi nazar aati.

Chhupkar kyun meri tasweer dekhti ho, ki kangan tumhari mere rango pe ragar jati.

Chhill jati bhale tasweer meri, ab har ghari ispe kangan wali hath dedo.

Main na jaunga ghar lautkar shayad, tum apne thikano se nikal sath dedo,

Bahut hua andhere me rona, ab mujhe jeene ki raat dedo.

Har nazm ki kimat mujhe maloom nahi, tum bemol ki baat mat becha karo,

Tere sirhane tale bhi sukoon nahi, mujhe god me litane ka aks na dekha karo.

Iss jale patte par kya likhti ho, nai anguthi sone ki raqib ka dhundhla ho jayega,

Pata hai kanha feki khat tune meri, utha lo barish aa gayi na to geela ho jayega.

Namak ho ghar me to kal lete aana tum jara, zakhm pe dard ka silsila ho jayega.

Mai shahr ke sone se pehle nikal jaun, tum apne harkaton se wo jajbaat dedo,

Baad maut ke meri koi na samsaan tak aane wala, aayi jo ghar tere wo baraat dedo.

Bahut hua andhere me rona, ab mujhe jeene ki raat dedo.

Hansti hui jawani se chhinkar, rote hue bachpan wala saugaat dedo,

Bahut hau andhere me rona, ab mujhe jeene ki raat dedo.

                                     Devesh Jha

However she loves me.........

Your healing touch,



                    A touch for you…

Was that only you, who kept hiding herself from my dreams, sometimes, used to lighten entire sky as a moon and sometimes would appear as an emerging flower and put me on fire with the firing touch of dew.


Are you the same treasure which has always been healing me in dreams either in my sleeping sense or ever when I am awaken, and with the touch of that I would get unconsciousness in my cosiousness….!


Would always try to find you in sky holding the neck up… eyes stucked in clouds….


Sky used to play the act of a curtain and you would appear to me…. Dancing on the curtain, I wanted to come close but you walk away and disappear at the same time. The distance would rise to a high rate. And I used to start running … following you avoiding the fact that you are only in the imagination and I am at the earth.


But still you would create a stair for me with straight line from the moon. I used to find you in the lands of sugarcanes but you would come just in my dreams and suddenly put you warm palm on my eyes… I would cry… you are really back to me …. Yes indeed you are back…!

But just in a moment you would disappear again, the unclear shadow in the clouds got black cover and it started pouring. Each drop of rain was giving me the feel of your touch and with that I was jus last…. The drop of rain would taste