You and I will meet again

--by Tom Petty

You and I will meet again
When we're least expecting it
One day in some far off place
I will recognize your face
I won't say good-bye my friend
For you and I will meet again

I heard you singing to no one
I saw you dancing all alone
One day you belonged to me
Next day I just wouldn't know
Someday all the rules will bend
And you and I will meet again

I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling so strong
Maybe someday our paths will cross

A red-winged hawk is circling
The blacktop stretches out for days
How could I get so close to you
And still feel so far away?
I hear a vo ice come on the wind
Sayin' you and I will meet again
I don't know how, I don't know when
But you and I will meet again 

Dehradun

Many roads can take you there, many different ways
One direction takes you years, another takes you days

Many people on the roads looking at the sights
Many others with their troubles looking for their rights

See them move along the road in search of life divine
...beggers in a goldmine

--Dehradun by George Harrison (Beatles)

आये हैं समझाने लोग

आये हैं समझाने लोग
हैं कितने दीवाने लोग

दैर-ओ-हरम में चैन जो मिलता
क्यों जाते मैख़ाने लोग

जान के सब कुछ, कुछ भी न जाने
हैं कितने अनजाने लोग

वक़्त पे काम नहीं आते
हैं ये जाने पहचाने लोग

अब जब मुझ को होश नहीं
है आये हैं समझाने लोग

आज फिर दिल ने एक तमन्ना की ....

आज फिर दिल को हमने समझाया

from the ghazal तुमको देखा तो ये ख्याल आया by Jagjit Singh

पढ़ पढ़ इल्म किताबां दा तू नाम रख लेया काजी

पढ़ पढ़ इल्म किताबां दा तू नाम रख लेया काजी
Learning through the rote of books you call yourself a scholar

हथ विच फड के तलवारां तू नाम रख लेया घाज़ी
Grasping the sword in your hand you call yourself a warrior

मक्के मदीने घूम आया तू नाम रख लेया हाजी,
Having visited Mecca and Medina you call yourself a pilgrim

बुल्ला तू की हासिल कीता जे यार ना रखेया राज़ी!
Bullah, what have you accomplished if you have not remained true to your friend!

Courtesy-A friend

All that is gold...

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

---From Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

--by William Ernest Henley

courtesy: B. Goutam Kumar