Chingari (track 3)
In the loneliness of a cold, desolate night
This confined room’s sobs are a weary suffocation,
Such is my mind entagled within these walls.
As, dying in silence, a ball of fire
Extinguishes under a heap of ash.
Break
Away from me the glowing lights and beauties of life
Enjoy the charm of walking on air.
As all things exult in rainfall,
As in youth, abandon is in full bloom,
As the golden magic of sunbeams
Shine around the world when morning comes.
Break
And I, a ball of fire, silently dying
Beneath the ash dump of time and circumstance,
Am sitting in terror with my alone-ness.
Like a pauper’s dream of happiness
Is stagnant, neither evolving nor dying out.
Break
Even if I wish, it’s only a wish —
Time does not stop or wait on anyone’s behalf.
Like a river whose current runs forth
It knows nothing but to tick away.
Break
I pray night and day to find a way —
A strong, swirling storm of wind
Should scatter away my ashes of hay.
A whirlwind should stir my heart and soul.
My warmth should provide someone comfort.
My light should enlighten some mind at large.
Break
But, this silently crying suffocation —
Like unfortunate stars of fate
Will not let my environment change.
It will smother me — not let me cry aloud.
Break
My fate is to die in silence ?
I have doubts of this harsh reality.
I will die in a while under the heap of ash.
Where in the world does a heart’s desire come true? Repeat and fade
