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

Ohhhh! doomsday... today

Afternoon was about to be finished, for inviting to the evening, this were requesting to sun to dim himself and hid in the orange horizon shivering in the west. One typical but small village, Talipur, spreader soil on the boundary type way, looked as host road. Greenery field, blue sky, red temple of God and his unfurl flag tagged on longitudinal and huge bamboos, amazing painting of various God, bride and bridegroom and many animals with dense affection on the wall of straw hut, this is made by lime, dung and another natural colour, this is world famous Madhubani painting people called Kohbar. Twittering sound of bird, ponds for fish specially rohu, makhana, dried seed of water lily, somewhere stage of betel and vegetables, this because whenever you would be listen about Mithila, you have to got know about betel, makhana and fish. Mithila is a part of Bihar, inside of Nepal; this is regarded as home of Goddess Sita, and actually more than half part of Mithila is in the Bihar and remaining part in the Nepal as Janakpur. Now again enter into Talipur, divine creature of nature, as any Bollywood movie Talipur has also a canal and melodious murmuring music from the river Kamla, all of these reveal the artistic skill of universal almighty power.


Whenever presumption jumped over the rule story of each life changed in another way. By the way, there are lots of character exist in tis village for giving of infatuated of their own heroic tale but I chosen only four. Crazy – carefree, innocent – lovely and idle – naughty boys, which all blossoming out by the gust blast of invisible but always moving age. Four of these have a better understanding manner for each other; though they belonged from different caste and class, let’s go to meet them.