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Indian Colleagues Dancing
Did you call me an Indian?
Did you call me an Indian?I did not hear you becauseI was busy dancing with you In the rhythm of your songIn the steps of your dance!


Did you say me I don’t speak Hindi?

With Rita in Festival
I did not think I should speak becauseMy tongue is not easy to copy your toneBecause I was busy listening youIn the gathering that you invited me!

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Best Dashain Afar From Home!
The gathering with best thought and best wishesFull of enthusiasm and hopes, I see you all todayNo matter what you are or what you did not likeNo matter what it was or what I could beI was pleased to see you all togetherWith the same hope and interest there!
My folks with the same blood, and breadWith the same origin and the same rootFull of enthusiasm and hope, I 
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Dashain on the other end of telephone
I dialed "that" number years later To celebrate Dashain, the national festival back in home, To recall sweet days of happy gathering, and blessings from Dad, mom, elders, and other relatives!
Number changed, things happened and voice changedI did not know that it was my younger brother, I did not know thatI was my younger sister, then it was my dad, and it 
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Wish it could not be the last this momentOf my breathing, of seeing the beautiful world!I could not know myself, and could not see furtherBeing lost in illusive things that I entangled with Or I was blind not seeing you enough near!
Learnt what you learnt is not enough to gaugeThe directions you like to focus, the love you likeTo grow out of it—but just get mingled one after 
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The Friday night in my little world,
I just stopped watching "Mr. Deeds"--
Adam Sandler made me laughed,
Cried, jumped, and did not know--
Happiness just comes like that unheard uncle's death!

I could not go away from my little world,
Kathleen Benner (Sydney) and Rachel Owen (Jane)
Stopped me with "Running on Empty Dreams"--
One with happily married life, and another 
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Headless horse riding men and womenLike in those fairy tales of my grandpa whoNarrated me thirty springs ago in his villageAre chasing me sometimes in my dreamsOther times in my everyday life whomI cross encountered again in his village.
Thousands oceans afar I make my livingWith vista of those childhood memories,And some dreams that I dared to growIn those sweet sixteen when I 
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Two professors of different expectations at the first class the summer session, one mostly focused on his agenda on diversity and religion and the other dealt with ethical reasoning leadership. I did have nothing but to follow their instructions because it was the session of six credit hours. The first class was wonderful as I was familiar the nature of works with the help of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YDc6rLHjeXq15FHHSp6Gv1r5w5U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YDc6rLHjeXq15FHHSp6Gv1r5w5U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TowardsDestination/~4/rCfvfUk6uks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://hidahi.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-1-2011-wed-two-professors-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRng6eSp7ImA9WhZXEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36217380.post-411492568825139130</id><published>2011-04-30T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:10:37.611-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-30T19:10:37.611-07:00</app:edited><title>But the reality has not taken place yet</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hidahi.blogspot.com/feeds/411492568825139130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36217380&amp;postID=411492568825139130&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36217380/posts/default/411492568825139130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36217380/posts/default/411492568825139130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TowardsDestination/~3/UYN5MJ4WZpU/but-reality-has-not-taken-place-yet.html" title="But the reality has not taken place yet" /><author><name>Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818370236897599126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otKyQx2WeN8/Tby9bcKqYCI/AAAAAAAALAE/ISBMo8f_k5Q/s72-c/SDC10998.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

Little panicSome boredomLess certaintyI am holding them Just hoping another miracleThat has not happened yet

Two springs goneI recalled bygone thirty springsStill waiting moreLittle fearLess possibilityI am holding themJust expecting another miracleThat has not happened yet
Contaminated surroundingHeadless scholarsA large predicationUnmeasured resultsThey feed you one after anotherJust keeping
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Somewhere I take a picture of

A blossom rose or a spring tree

With green grass along the ground

I see here there

In the sunrise of the mountain 

Along with the horizon

With morning charm and beauty

I see her there

In my flipping page of the book

With color pictures and texts

Within lines within words within periods




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This time, this moment
I just could not tell
It goes, goes and goes
Sometimes, making me sad


Something Right Here
I just do not believe
Othertime it does not let me agree
Of my deed, of my happening
Making me lost on the way

Someting Right Here
I just see dysfunction
Of words and worlds within
Within love and happening
I just do not know
Where I am heading or the world

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Here or there, where
I grew up with you all, where
You feed me and you sent to school, where
We laughted together, where
We grew hopes and dreams together.

Am I that far?
Or just here, where
You can not see me everyday, where
I can not visit you every month, where
You cook delicious foods and remember me, where
I make assumes and wishes, where
In fact, we can not see each other.

In 
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