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………………………