Musings by Kamal Kumar

years ago, I met a stranger I accompanied her, we had different eyes But, the same set of dreams the way we smiled was different But how we cried was same On an anonymous day I found myself alone with cold heart I was not with her, I touched myself I was dreamless I wandered, she forgot me or I forgot her Finally I knew we forgot the dreams Three years later, The stranger is back in town on a delighted dusk. Destiny docked with the same sets of dreams that we had forgotten years ago I wish this night not to be over……….. 8/22/2005, 7:34 AM

you are the gentle breeze, that comes with the flavor of dry soil far from the desert on a fevered day of April 23rd, kisses me and blows away, coz u have to be blown through a violin this eve at the Sandisco Party to make an enchanted melody, tomorrow morning u will have to depart towards the garden village to say 'hi' to a red rose which is waiting to be shared with two lovers, I fear the day after tomorrow you will have to go back to heaven to call the summer. I don't know whether you will come back to me or not, whether you will kiss me or not……..but I am still waiting for the smell of dry soil on the April 23rd and will be waiting forever...........................

Long long time ago he was following a thread of way made by the colorful butterflies, and he was paused at a beautiful theater of flowers. Then he followed the height of dad's shoulder, warmth of mom's lap, he followed to get teacher's good, but paused at the end of childhood, one day he measured the distance to the moon, when about to fly, it was mid-noon, so again it was paused to itself, in the middle of the eternal space. Dad's darling and mom's little boy with best friends happiness and joy, would stop the cosmic, if he can, nowadays, he is a gentleman. walking down the same lane of Monomandu he frequently finds the dreams scattered, over the dusty and narrow streets of life, the butterfly dream, the dream of dad the dream of mom and the manic dream upon her angel's eyes. all are paused, and throwing "good bye"s. Now he wants not to be in top his dreams are just seeking a full stop! - Tuesday, August 01, 2006 (the moment, when i missed her)