“Baarish ki boondon se keh do

Yuun humko naa bighoye

Ki mera yaar farq nahi kar paayega

Mere aasuon aur paani mein”

- Unknown

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers. 

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows. 

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses; 

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

-Tennyson (The Brook)

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The sky is burnin’
I believe my soul’s on fire
You are, I’m learning the key to my desire

- From the song “Burnin’ sky”

Jaagte angdaaiyon mein
khoh-khaddon, khaaiyon mein.
ghaas paagal, kaas paagal,
shaal aur palash paagal,
lataa paagal, vaat paagal,
daal paagal, paat paagal,
matt murge aur teetar,
in vanon ke koob bheetar.
khitij tak faila hua sa,
mrityu tak maila hua sa,
kshubhda kaali lehar vaala,
mathit unthit zahar vaaala,
meru vaala, shesh vaala,
shambhu aur suresh vaala,
ek saagar jaante ho,
use kaisa maante ho?
theek vaise ghane jangal,
oonghte anmane jangal.

- Satpura ke ghane jungle (Bhawani Prasad Mishra)

which makes me believe  :-

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

As a friend rightly quipped ” Even he cannot do without a Bailley” . Shot during desert safari in Sam dunes (Jaisalmer). Our super-model was known as “Rocket” in those parts.

My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body’s burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!

- Claude McKay

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die

- Alabama song (The Doors)

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the cream of the fight
Risin’ up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watchin’ us all in the eye of the tiger

- Shelly

This was clicked in Dhanaulti (one hour drive from mussoorie) during the monsoons.  This was the first time that I saw the clouds running down the slopes. A beautiful sight.

Karm tere acche hain toh kismat teri daasi hai, niyat teri saaf hai toh ghar mein mathura-kaashi hai

Well, what better way to start something than with a nice thought