Roshan Pukhraj

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