Shikhar par jaana...

बुझी दीपशिखा

शिखर पर जाना,

तुम !

चाँद की आभा,

छूना.

सतह से गहराई की सीमा,

नापना हो अगर तो,

मेरे आँखों में कण डाल,

देना.

लाबब भरा नैन समंदर,

तलछटी को छूए कण.

इससे पहले कण,

गल जाएगी.

शिखर से उतरो,

चाँद से पूछो,

दाग कहाँ है?

कला बन बैठा बूँद जो नैनों में,

कहीं वो तो नहीं.

शिखर पर जाना तुम,

चाँद की आभा छूना.

अवरक्त भरा मेघ,

क्षितिज पर इठलाये,

कह दो इससे सुन्दर, रक्तिम हैं मेरे नैन,

कल ही तो रक्त गिरा था,

आंसू के बदले.

अरण्य में दीपशिखा,

और धुल सनी जटा,

देखे हैं मेरे नैन.

सूर्य सना बर्फ में,

जलती चाँद कोठरी में,

कैद ये बिम्ब सारे,

नेत्र पटल पर.

शिखर पर क्या लहर है, मुझे बतलाओ.

गंध है वहाँ भी कफ़न के सूत का?

या, सिन्दूर चिपकी जो मांग में,

जला पर बना ना राख,

के कुछ अवशेष हैं?

नहीं.

फिर शिखर पर "तुम"

नहीं हो (मेरा अतीत),

या कोई मूर्तिमान है.

भूलकर,

जली प्रेमिका को,

और बुझी दीपशिखा को.

देवेश झा 

                                              शब्दों का सूरज

मेरे जाने के बाद भी ek  सुबह होगी,

raat  के गर्त से उबने की वज़ह होगी!

बूंदों में सैलाब ढूंढ़कर ओस गिरेगा,

और गुलाब तब भी मदहोश रहेगा ! 

शब्दों का काला sa  सूरज  उगेगा,

सफ़ेद बादल के फटे पन्नो पर.

अमर होकर मरती मेरी panktyiaan,

ज़हर उगलती इसकी कुछ shaktiyaan,

सिसक सिसक कर अचरज करेगा,

मुरझाये ओस से लिपटे सुमनों पर!

दिन कर gin कर अणु चुन चुन कर,

सब मरेंगे  प्रलय  से पहले!

गुदा का मांस नोच माँ पेट भरेगी,

दुग्ध विहीन स्तन अपना कैसे नोचेगी!

बधिर के कर्ण फटेंगे सुन सुन कर,

तेरी जीवन मूक रे बहरे!

मरी मेरी छंद जो पहले कहती थी,

प्रेयसी के होठ रस पान का gaan!

मेरी प्रेम की भाषा जिसमें बसती थी,

वो साहित्य त्यागेया अपना प्राण!

तब भूख से लड़ती  जिरह करेगी,

और मुर्दों में पा बिलख पड़ेगी!

अश्रु नीर से भरे संसार में न सतह होगी,

मेरे जाने के बाद भी एक सुबह होगी,

raat के गर्त से उबने की वज़ह होगी!

 दुग्ध मेखला में गंगा की परछाई नहाएगी,

बरसों से पाप पी पी कर तब उसे उबकी आएगी!

पैदा होता हर सितारा चाँद से छोटा होगा,

क्यूंकि चाँद पर बैठा इंसान सोचता होगा,

खाली धरती पर तो राख बचा है,

अब इस सितारों में क्या ख़ाक बचा है,

उसे खुदको खुद से करनी न आती फतह होगी,

मेरे जाने के बाद भी ek सुबह होगी,

raat तब भला क्या होगा, जब दिन ही न होगा,,,,,

देवेश झा.......

रब मेरा

                                               रब मेरा...

                                                  

मन  में  तुम  हो  या  रब  मेरा ,

नैनो  के  काजल  में  गज़ब  ज़रा ,

थी  तुम  मुस्काती  या  चाँद  था ,

या  मेरा  पुराना  अरमान  था ..

छलक  जो  आई  तेरे  लब  से  लब  मेरा ,

मन  में  तुम  हो  या  रब  मेरा ,

मूंदो  ना  पलकों  को,  मैं  दब  जाता  हूँ ,

तेरे  अक्स  को  छूने  जब  जाता  हूँ ,

गिराकर  जुल्फों  को  मेरे  अश्क आज  पीने   दो ,

अपने  रब  को  आज  मेरे  सीने  में  जीने  दो ..

रो  पड़े  धड़कन  में  रब  जब  तेरा ,

तुम  जान  जाओगी  तुम्हे  चाहने  की सबब  मेरा …

मन  में  तुम  हो  या  रब  मेरा ..

देवेश  झा

 

Love Letter Of Fiancee- Devesh Jha

LOVE LETTER OF FIANCEE- From My Next Novel SOMEONE SPECIAL

Completely thirty two days had gone, when I got a letter from postman, evening cloud had gone under the shadow of dark, artificial and giant light bulb of entire city was being burnt the blackness of environment.

And I tore packet of letter, in the age of internet and phone when I got a letter from a person, it was surprising nonsense, but I had to amazed, it was not a common letter, in sweet sugar it is love letter my psychologist fiancée has many idea to surprise me, this is it.

On the greenish and pink watermarked paper were lots of heart shaped design and many sketch of feelings made by Kangna, in the every corner, there were lips and somewhere was eye, yaa some smell of perfume too was locating and expanding. After cover and blank paper was something which make me always loveable.

 I don’t know how to write a letter even it would be for your best person of life; still I try my best,

My……… Someone…… Special….. Pankaj…..

It is the day when I am felling a thunder of missing, reaction must be showed. You have been had by something stronger than my vigour.

When I saw you firstly, I could know, you have just had a childhood, my mind had been questioned, because I was seeing a painful withdraw on your skin pore, my mind started to ask me,

Where did it come from?

What you love about it?

What do you think of?

You did do it for whom?  You must be lonely inside.

In the past life, these worms like emotions could have been your desire of love, what was your past is not necessary for me, but your present always needed me, I can guess it only.

I know for a better relationship we wants to be friend of each other, but you know only friendship is that relationship which have nothing to demand, then why we should start our journey of life with friendship only, cannot we become a lovely couple, I mean lover, it was hard step to write all these things to you, but I knew though you had agreed to marry with me, but you were missing something much, that was love of Naina, I know, I can’t be even a tiny part of Naina, but I will try my best, don’t know why I love your all those things which was existing in your life and now I want to make those things which can make exist our relationship till doomsday.

It is not in our ritual and tradition to meet to girl before the marriage but I want to meet you as a stranger girl, who will fall in love with you suddenly, I know you don’t like drama in life but for your sake and my happiness, you will have to do it.

And do not understand I am crazy, I have been prospected by all those things which either exist in love story novel or film. Think for a while if under the blue sky, a green scarf would blow and anklet rhythms make feelings to attract you, what a nice will be…

For a better impression I am trying to praise you, not so much as you are but little bit so that you could understand my madness, just a little bit.

It is better to be rush in flush of love.

For you, I have lived all these auroras with dimmed dark, with my lips sob and sober.

For you, I have lived all these night northern windless snuff of storm, with my unshed tears; I flee into whirlpool of your shy sight for losing everything of me in you.

But in my hearts the flames of love, have always been burning for you, only for you, volcanic eruption poured ash but this carbon of eye never pledged without your darkness of shadow.

Life has brought me a volume of old times, in which I search the page of us, word for us and epic for us.

And I am surrounded by countless memories, either memory makes me to remind you or I make my whole day and night a memory which can be my life.

Unasked I have now found all the answer I sought, even question for fate is not wondering that’s I have found you.

Look what I yearned for and what I got, it was tremendous boon perhaps my erotica of soul.

But in my heart the flames of love always say to you just come closer than my soul is in heart.

How can I describe the cruelty of this world, still I love this, it’s gifted you to me.   

I was ordered that I have to live but without you, nobody can survive without sang-froid of hearts.

Unwise are those who say that to me you are unknown, untrue are all natural phenomenon which cause absence of you.

So many ordeals were heaped on me by this world; still I want to live in this world because you too are in this.

Come every day to me turn the night into a day, turn pale cheek into blush, on the sly under the sheet of night, blue grey sky under the roof of pal, where even the moon cannot approach, cloud cannot echoed, milky-way cannot cross my sash, let us go behind the black cloud, besides the heaven. Where every drops pine… every drop is in turmoil, every smooth touch of you, every taste of tongue is in snuggling. Where time stops still. Where ray jams even then sunshine becomes peevish to touch us. Give us a hug under the sheet of the night. Give us a kiss into warmth of body, in the warmth of winter’s sunshine, look at me with lowered eyes. Autumn’s all acquaint wish near of leaflet wish to remain in spring.

From behind, your hand blows hot and cold. Ever so softly in the raag Marva, as guitar wire cause tone for universal clank, which is celestial.

Let not the day set or the night fall, let not on the spring down or rains come, Let not the sun set, let not the half-moon shiver,  And if it does, let not the morning break, let not the moonlit reaching out aback my chunni.

Let the night go on and on, let not the evening come and soon come, Lying to friends in somebody else’s name about you and me all through the night, you are away too long, your yonder are when wee of we met, turn to huge, for hug, but it wasn’t possible still I sat on your opposite side, so that wind from you could kiss my ringlet and nose. It is so difficult to just sign and be contented. It is so easy to remind you underneath my eyelid, mid of nose nook and on lip code.

When will the separation end?

Without you, this wind from the east seems silly it rushed into my scarf. Without you this hubbub of twinkling stars seems stupid runner, don’t ask about dream, it is drear until your footstep clutch it.

You also come and embrace me like this wind, someday.

You also go and return as day go and night come, someday night go still evening come, candle light dinner in early morning, because I would be in your lap under bed-sheet waiting for coffee but you will organize romantic dinner, to taste the lips in burning body as candle in candle-light dinner, music would be our breaths and sounds of silly-willy touch will song of romance.

If I can’t sleep tomorrow, call me to you. Keep my head and sing a lullaby. If I can’t woke up, necked me, feel my breath through your breath by joining of our nose, and just say- good morning even though that would be midnight or day still good morning.

_{LOVE YOU BUT I AM NOT YOUR LOVER, I CARE FOR YOU BUT I AM NOT YOUR FAMILY, I AM READY TO SHARE YOUR ENTIRE PAIN BUT I AM NOT IN YOUR BLOOD RELATION, I AM YOUR FRIEND, TRUE FRIEND, THE FIANCEE FRIEND, SCOLDS LIKE A DAD, CARE LIKE A MOM, TEASE LIKE SISTER, IRRITATE LIKE A FRIEND, FINALLY I LOVE YOU MORE THAN A LOVER…}         

How was that, really so bad, didn’t it?

                                                  Your Kangna….

The things which made me crazy about this letter was her attention about our relationship, I was smiling continuously, when you have reason to be happy rather should dance, I did.

Author--- DEVESH JHA..

Broken Umbrella- Devesh Jha

BROKEN UMBRELLA
“Where is your umbrella?” Naina, the blue eye, round nose-nostril whistle; yoga of breaths, a clank of guitar (only I can find this musical lower- upper- middle note, I always notice her breaths, and makes a new tempo, imaginary) pink and whitish brown mix blush face, blossoming out brightness, confident, and much pretty, the violet skirt, black and half cut ringlet, silky and smooth hairs- at present this is wetted, due to rain, would happened for the break the school session, I prayed for it. In the school dress, a worthy bag on the mild shoulder, happened tight and flat ribbon, gravitational law of Newton, can easy to weight of books and her hair pin pouch, a tiny bindi but ever a noon she use it because in the class ninth- no allowed cosmetics more, still Naina had no needs of external decoration, the innocent, the cute and don’t know what a rounding- rounding thins, see her with a long glimpse, automatically a glow appeared back of her shadow- just like something smell, a power which attract you, even I followed many times her shadow’s magic, but I kept secret it, I am the monitor of class and best student of my school, you can say according to my head master I am better among all school of this area, but he said it when, I was not there.

“Umbrella..! I have to go soon; some guest is coming, today.” Again she shouted but class was empty, only sound echoed, I was staring her shadow out side, in the rain drops, her loud waved into my ear and I acted nervous, and as I was lost and just return here.

“Dense cloud...! Surge stranger cloud caravan going here where.” I damped my vision, although I am 13 years a brilliant boy, I like science and math, but something philosophy always moves in my big head, root under small- small hair, I had to round my eye towards Naina, she was filled up by rainy water, she would have tried to go without umbrella, but she can’t. She gazed and squeezed upper lips by lower, she has been in angry.

“Heavy rain is pre decided why you didn’t bring your own umbrella.” I packed my bag and stood up, slowly- slowly all students has gone, only few of teachers, and peon was in the office.

“You mean, you can’t give your dirty umbrella, you are showing.” She turned back, and steeped with loud foot steps.

I ran. “Stop... Stop! Don’t be so angry, otherwise, rain drops would be evaporated, as tea... aha!” I spoke and made silence, so that I can repair my umbrella, two or three minute, 6-7 push is requirement for open once to the my old umbrella cum mesh. She again forced to break her Colgate teeth, girls has more unusual habit, especially aggressiveness without any topic.

“Shut up..!” Naina voiced. “Pankaj...!”

“Can you write an essay upon our high school?” I asked myself, when I see the big ground, grass, football pole and wall all around my school. Grew in to mysterious, merry she, likes me or my umbrella- then why she wait only for my umbrella, many student has, even her best friend Aanchal has rainbow umbrella, thought of me, even though growing and leasing rapidly, she defined.

“What do you think? Lets move now, I am hungry too.” Her wrinkled palm hold my umbrella, and I covered my head with my shirts, because I didn’t think, I should offer to go in one umbrella, people can think anything, and I had my bicycle, I can go in the rain, with fast paddle. I took out polythene and kept my book bag in this, I stepped to bicycle stand. “Go!” I said, she moved.

After receiving the cycle, when I returned at the grill gate, I saw, Naina was there, as she is waiting.

I get off from cycle and asked, “Why you not going?”

She shouted, “Foolish, there is dark, dense of cloud, heavy rain, horrible sound, nothing is being visible, and I will have to cover more than kilometre distance, lonely.... I fear to walk in this situation, I can’t go alone, nobody is seeing to me. See the road, dreary...” in the rain her loud but sweet anger voiced absolved in the rain’s sound. I laughed, “Then what to do?”

“Let’s go with me!”

“If anybody could see us in the rain, alone..!”

“Hey! Nobody is here and what you say, you are my friend, and if I am walking with you is not a crime.”

I laughed and came close to her. The water was being collected in ground, road, seen like that model of flood, but black coal tar on the road was visible. We started to walk. Both of us uniform have been slightly discoloured due to heavy shower of rain.

She said, “What is in Tiffin box is it empty?”

Today lunch hour couldn’t happen, so lunch was packed.

“Not!”

“What you brought?”

“You can’t like?”

“Tell me, I like you... r lunch. I am hungry too.”

“Drama queen, its roasted gram only, with lemon spice.”

We were walking in the rain, between us there was my bicycle, and she was trying to cover my head too in one umbrella, she put out her sleepers in my bicycle handle, and I also.

She whisperd again, “I am hungry.” And she holds her ringlet with middle finger and kept it on the ear, some tiny and mild hair beside her temple was smooth and dry, I gazed that.

I took out my Tiffin box and hand over to her. My both hand was busy to clutch the handle, we stopped, and she opened the lid of box, while she kept umbrella’s stick between shoulder and her temple, by nodding her head, I could she her tiny and dry hair of temple also had too be wetted. She hold umbrella again in her palm and the box opened; one hand, she started to eat roasted gram; another hand, and whenever she took one or two gram in her mouth again she offered a lots gram to me, she was fedding me. Half of distance Naina said, I am tired now, I can’t walk.

“Your guest and parents would be waiting, lets go in fast.”

She rounded her mathematical shaped head all around, and without any sign just suddenly sat on the road, I had to shock and annoyed. “Shit! Hey Naina, what you are doing?”

“I am tired now, I can’t walk.”

“Then I am going. “ I warned her and sat on my bicycle seat.

She suggested, “Can I sit the back seat of you bicycle?”

“I can’t load, you can be injured, and the road has been shallow, tyre can slip.”

“I am ready to be injured, have you any problem?”

“Sit!” I annoyed.

Now we both were on the one bicycle, under one umbrella, rain was same, but distance was not enough, I was in confuse, I should run in fast or slow, what Naina wants, what I should do, I had silenced, but her one hand on my shoulder convoluted me, suddenly I lost balance to handle of the cycle, one dig had caused, we both fallen down, out side the road, in the mud.

Naina yelped, “Oh my God!”

I ran to her and gave my hand so that she could stand up, but she started to laugh and laugh with a guffaw, I could only see her.

Our umbrella has been broken; I took that and stared to laugh.

Now Naina’s father was coming with an umbrella, I saw him, when he was so far from us, I was sure though I had seen him, but he wouldn’t. In a haste I spoke, “Naina, your Papa is coming, and I am going.” I paddled with speed of a jet plane to my bicycle and went towards my village, my school is near urban little town of my village, distance would be more than five or six kilometre, but Naina was in this little town, a good and rich man’s daughter. But don’t know why, I don’t like him. The rain, the mud, my turned handle of my bicycle, and my empty lunch box, broken umbrella was saying something about Naina.

This Part is taken From My Next Novel Someone Special....

Your suggestion will help me to write a good story...

Devesh Jha

FOGGY BLOTS ON THE WONDER MOONBEAM- DEVESH JHA

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.

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