Humko Dushman Ki Nighaon Se | Chitra Singh


Do not look at me through the eyes of an enemy.
I am made only of love, nothing else, and I ask for nothing more than your trust. Beyond a handful of memories, life gives us little to hold on to, so do not chase time as it slips away. If you cannot accept the light shining in others’ homes, at least allow your own house to be illuminated. Who knows when the beloved may arrive to meet you? Until then, light a new lamp every day on the edge of hope, and let love, not suspicion, be the lens through which you see.

The Compassionate Cloud and the Burning Home


This song moves through fire and tenderness, stillness and longing, carrying the ache of a self that knows it is fragile and yet entrusted to another. It speaks in images rather than arguments—of burning houses and compassionate clouds, wounded spring and quiet islands of ice—gesturing toward the deeper truth that what we call the “self” is both exposed and held. Read not as a narrative but as a mirror, these lines invite a pause, a softening, and a recognition that even longing, even impermanence, can become doorways to care, sincerity, and inward clarity.