chal rahi hai saanse kyun
beh rahaa hai lahu kyun
phir bhi kyun nahi lagtaa
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kyaa main zindaa hoon
chal rahi hai saanse kyun
beh rahaa hai lahu kyun
phir bhi kyun nahi lagtaa
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kyaa main zindaa hoon

seene mein hai jalan kyun
tadapti rooh hai kyun
phir bhi kyun nahi lagataa
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kyaa main zindaa hoon

dil dhadak ke puchhataa hai
kyaa main zindaa hoon
kya main zindaa hoon
ye suni andheri bekaraari
jana pehchaanaa
dhundhati hai kyun
mitaa huaa naamonishaan
puchhati hai
kyaa main zinda hoon
machalte aankhon se
chhalak jaate hai aansu
chikhati hai bechaini
kya main zindaa hoon
kya main zindaa hoon
kya main zindaa hoon
kya main zindaa hoon
chal rahi hai saanse kyun
beh rahaa hai lahu kyun

Why do breaths still rise and fall?
Why does blood still heed the call?
Yet, a numb echo, hollow and deep,
Whispers, "Do I live, as I sleep?"
"Do I live?"

Why do breaths still find their way?
Why does crimson light the day?
And still, a void, a chilling space,
Asks, "Do I live in this desolate place?"
"Do I live?"

Why burns a fire in the chest?
Why does the soul find no rest?
And still the question, stark and bare,
"Do I live, lost in despair?"
"Do I live?"
"Do I live?"
"Do I live?"

The heart, with each insistent beat,
Asks, "Do I live, or just retreat?"
"Do I live?"
This shadowed, silent unease,
A familiar wind through the trees,
Searching for a trace, a sign,
Of a name erased, a past divine,
Implores, "Do I live, though time has passed?"
From restless eyes, the tears cascade,
A frenzy cries, a soul betrayed,
"Do I live?"
"Do I live?"
"Do I live?"
"Do I live?"

Why do breaths still rise and fall?
Why does blood still heed the call?