Musings by Kamal Kumar

Dear miss Invisilia, i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency),  days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him.... sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself a...

Dear Lady Diana,   the coldness in Nagarkot was injecting the liquidity over our bones and vains, the moon was looking at us as you were restricted to join the party, i remember many of my family and frens were present at the party, my mom, her sisters, my cousins and frens of KTV, i fear my girlfriend was not there, Coz she was dancing at another discotheque in the downtown, the distance of 20 miles between me and her was not only meant to mean the absence of warmness. I was getting her texts frequently but, not sending the reply. by the time Lady Diana, you came there with a beautiful white wearings. Surprisingly Harry and William were not with her, but two little girls, i thought they were your daughters that the world never knew about, Diana, you seemed confused to be on that strange place for the first time. My father had told me that when you came to Nepal 20 years ago, you hadn't visited Nagarkot, so i thought this time you are in Nepal to vosit this beautiful places, Naga...

Dear Lady Beetle, Please give me back those letters, that I gave you three years ago. Its been long time that we started being the victim of communication gap. I have forgotten so many of my other friends, who used to mess up with me three years ago. But you are the exceptoin. I could have forgotten you too. But I could not forget my letters that I gave to you. you know dear LB (Lady Beetle), i miss those letters more than you. In my life time i have rarely written letters. But it was the first of time and it was the last of time and obviously it was the best of time. I remember, 3 years ago, while giving those letters to you how terribely my hands were tremerring. Well, i have not forgotten the day, I have not forgotten the moments, I remeber the moments shared with you. My novice heart used to think, that would last forever, I used to think we would always keep on holding eachother's hand and singing and dancing. But u know LB, god had never promised flower strewn path ahead, he...

Dear Emmie,   Its really long time since I last talk to you, I felt good to share the pain of the chaos of street in Kathmandu, the cloud of uncertainty hovering over here. I am again here to tell you the story of my nation, which is apparently to its cilmax. But noone knows, whther it leads to a peaceful starting of new day.   Today is the first day of the general strike called by the political parties. They have called the strike for 4 days. Honestly speaking, that is not affordable for the general people, who have to make money and feed their family. Lots of people are really indifferent to the current happenings, the semi literate and labours can never think beyond themself, and their family, Nepal has finally been proved as a big laboratory of socio-political experiment. Leaders Never leaded, and people never followed. None of the king, maoists and political parties seemed devotional and honest to the people and nation.   Emmie, i think, u believe in democracy as i do and e...

Dear Snow White,     The mult-dimensed feelings that has been sparked simultaneously from the corner of heart are preventing me to start in a definite way.......Kathmandu is getting rid of the coldness, I met the Miss Gentreeze yesterday...she was in hurry to call the autumn.....so i thought meeting her on april 23rd would be more delightful. It is very very long time since i met you last time.   You remember the last time we met? I believe u do like me, i believe you miss the moment, when it was raining and we were under the same umbrela, you miss the moment when you hide urself in my heart before the sand Tornado when we were in Africa, you miss the sunset at sydney harbour, when we found the world most beautiful.... I still feel good when i recall the moments with you. I have never before told you that i had written a poem on the day of our final separation...here it is:     In a beautiful garden there was a red rose it was the eve of the june an anonymous on his way goe...

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...........................