Neeraj Kumar

Neeraj Kumar Lives in Awesome City, NojotoLand, Nojoto

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A Handshake
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A HANDSHAKE
Carrying a spark of joy at my face
Smiling through my eyes
I came to you
Along with a warm handshake
From my side
But then
I wondered
Why your hand didn't come up
With the same pace, as that of mine?
Did you freeze at that moment?
Most probably, by the shock of seeing me again?
Or Were you quite busy on your own
At that time?
A moment later
you too came along
But again, there was something
That was actually wrong
What was it?
Was it freezing outside?
Cause your hand, did feel
Quite cold and light
When it came in touch
With that of mine
And the pressure I felt, at my hand
was too
All mine
Soon your hand slipped away
From that of mine
And I felt as if the shield
On which I had a hold on
Slipped away from my wrists
In front of my eyes
You left me there
Didn't you?
Unarmed again
By the way
I just wanna know
Was there any fault too
That was actually mine?
-Neeraj Kumar

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A Ray Of Hope
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A gasp of cold air
Hands stretched
Eyes closed
Heartbeat stops for a while
Shivers run down my spine
Yes!, Yes!, I can feel it, this rain
That you set to pour out, from the damned sky
To drench my soul?
To make me vulnerable, again?
I remember myself, crying, along with the clouds when
I wished I could call you mine
but, you left, why?
In the blink of an eye
Leaving me alone, drenched
In this cold monsoon
Where are you?
I search you, in parts of my body
Where I could still feel the presence of your's....an Illusion!
This thunder, this cloud bursting, this downpour
Is this, a trap of your's?
A Trap that you set, to make me pensive
A myth or maybe, a planned gimmick
Though, I believe in sunlight
I hope, one day it will come and take away
All the sorrows out of my life
Heating this body, warming my soul
Making me dry again, from drenched head to toe
A ray of hope it seems, which compels me to believe
That life's worth living
.
.
.
Again?
©neerajrocks

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The Eternal Beauty
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THE ETERNAL BEAUTY
Bells chiming
Ice cool winter weather here
Sound of horses trotting by
While pulling the horse carts there
Dark mesmerizing chocolatey aroma
All around
Seems like somehow
I've managed to go back to the Old England
For sure!
Alluring the beauty is, of this place
Then, all of a sudden I notice
My eyes, stuck, on a girl
Whom I noticed, passing by there
The silence looming at her face
Was like the silence
Which dwells in the air, of that place
The shine in her eyes was like
The first ray of sun which enters there
Her earrings seemed as if they're
Miniature version of bells which chimes
At that place
Her dress sparkled as if it was sunlight
Shimmering through
Curtain of oak trees
Her scent was like that of chocolaty aroma!
It felt to me as if
She did belong to that place.
Sound of her footsteps
Was like that of a horse, trotting by!
Complexion of her's was like
That of a Moonlight!
Her Red fingernails, were like thorns of a rose
Which seemed to warn those
Who wished to harm
The beauty of her's
Her hair, looked like a blanket
Which people used
To keep them warm
During ice cool winters there
I wished, I could have talked to her
Let her know of all the beauty which she possessed

But then, all of a sudden, I realised
All that glitters, is not gold
One day, as she is human
She too will get old

All those Oak trees, will too
Face the autumn
All that sunlight, which shimmers in winters
Will too turn to scorching heat of summers
The Red fingernails of her's will too one day, fell off
Just like rose petals
Those shiny eyes, will too one day
Lose proper sight
That white skin, will too one day
Become pale and dull
The silence which she possessed at her face
Will too someday bear hues and cries
Those Flowing hair of her's
Which the other day seemed, like a blanket
Will too one day, litter around
As if they're torn pages!
And that mesmerizing chocolaty smell of her's
Will too start stinking, like that of mud!

Here I am, waiting
For that very day
When all those glitters
That successfully misguided many
Will reveal, their bitter truth, to everyone
And thus, on this day
I will get to embrace
The Real Beauty of her's
Which never ever faded
Even by a slightest bit, ever!
Rather, it stayed with her
All along
From cradle, to grave
It's the Beauty, of her heart
Beauty, of her soul
Which forever remains
Young and warm
Even, at the time
When her outer beauty
Starts.......Melting!
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.
.
With wrinkles.

-Neeraj Kumar

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