Ishita Rungta

Ishita Rungta

BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Full of soul and intensity, tireless and heartfelt.

Biography

I am a songwriter who is deeply influenced by life, and the setbacks of life that have made me a stronger person. Through darkness we are led to light and through pain we realize the meaning of joy. I have been rebellious in ways more than one, rebelled against set norms and theories and my music expresses that with passion and feeling, nothing else could do that better. I am influenced by Beethoven, Renoir, Pablo Neruda and and my father who was the Prophet of my soul.

Lyrics

The Ballad of Zinnia Dean

Written By: Ishita Rungta

Her eyes glowed like blue sapphire
She was every man’s sweet desire,
She couldn't stop hearts from breaking,
And lived in a prison of her own making,
From under her shadowed lashes,
You could catch sudden flashes,
Of buried pain and unmet hunger,
And a want for love, that just grows stronger

She had a lot, but wanted more,
But who knows what Fate has in store?
She died last night in her sleep,
With the world lying at her feet.
She was a girl who could always handle,
Praise, money, malice and scandal,
Found life slipping from her hands
Just like grains of beach sand.

(Chorus)
Zinnia Dean,
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Zinnia Dean,
Saw her last in a limousine
The ultimate goddess of rock
With nothin’ but a lonely road to walk
The pride of every Glamor magazine
Zinnia Dean

On this dark and dismal day,
Alone in a corner sits Charlie Drey,
Holding on to dreams of yesterday,
Zinnia why'd you have to go away.
The world outside mourned aloud,
But far away from the maddening crowd,
Numb with pain stayed Charlie Drey
Holding on to dreams of yesterday.

Chorus:
Zinnia Dean,
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Zinnia Dean,
Saw her last in a limousine
The ultimate goddess of rock
With nothin’ but a lonely road to walk
The pride of every Glamor magazine
Zinnia Dean

Broadcasting live from the grieving scene,
For one last time, let’s look at Zinnia Dean.
Every woman’s envy, every man’s dream,
Her face is covered with old sea flowers,
But the sadness in her look overpowers,
Life left her lacking in her final hours
Floating mid-stream.

Chorus
Zinnia Dean,
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Zinnia Dean,
Saw her last in a limousine
The ultimate goddess of rock
With nothin’ but a lonely road to walk
The pride of every Glamor magazine
Zinnia Dean

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

How about Now?

Written By: Ishita Rungta

How about now?
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Outside the wind is shaking the almond tree,
And the kitchen smells of chamomile tea,
My hands are softly resting on your knee
And I think of your mouth, smelling of honey,
How about now?

The dying lamp sighs a crimson flare,
Silence dazzles the darkened air,
Amber lights deck my flowing hair,
I am frail, handle me with care,
How about now?

The beach is still and the sea eager and longing,
The blood in my veins is tenderly coursing,
A savage sweetness is clinging and aching,
In the circle of your arms, ravishing, ravaging,
How about now?

By star light,
By dream light,
By candle light,
When blood thickens and stops your breath.
How about now?
How about now baby,
This feeling is growing,
And this need hurting,
By star light,
By dream light,
By candle light,
When blood thickens and stops your breath.
How about now?
How about, how about now?

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

LET LOVE IN

Written By: Ishita Rungta

LET LOVE IN:
Verse 1:
For as long as I know,
You’ve been standing there,
Alone in that ivory tower,
For as long as I know
Birds are singing in the willows,
But I’ve heard the starving brilliance of your soul,
And crystal teardrops staining your pillows,
For as long as I know
Dawn follows dusk
And dusk grows old waiting for dawn to return,
But what are you waiting for girl?
What faith is your delight?
What’s your path, what your sojourn?

Chorus 1:
Girl,
don’t hide the glorious shadows of your dark hair,
don’t hide the hungering pain in those eyes,
don’t miss the kisses whispered in the sweet air,
love’s sometimes an angel in disguise.
Love’s knocking at the door,
Girl, rush and let love in
Don’t pretend you don’t live here anymore,
Girl, oh girl,
Stop living in the gloom of what might have been.
Love’s knocking at the door,
Girl, rush and let love in.
Let love in, girl, let love in.

Verse 2:
For too long now, you’ve been a deprived root
In the soaking gut of the earth,
What tears flow down like purple misted rains,
What void still creeps through your veins?
The stream of wonder flows all the while,
What fear of hurt keeps you quiet and alone,
What secret could be in that sad sphinx like smile,
But girl, true love is something you’ve never known.
What settles the once wild bee in your soul,
What makes you see the world in a different light,
Girl, catch up with life and
lose control, lose control,
open the doors,
let’s rock and roll,
open the doors,
lose control,
let’s rock and roll.

Chorus 2:

Girl, Love’s knocking at the door,
Girl, rush and let love in
Don’t pretend you don’t live here anymore,
Girl, oh girl,
Stop living in the gloom of what might have been.
Love’s knocking at the door,
Girl, rush and let love in.
Let love in, girl, let love in.

AUTHOR: Ishita Rungta.

Copyright 2006 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

Floating Red Leaf

Written By: Ishita Rungta

I ‘ve been dreaming in the dust,
I’ve been falling in the dream,
But I’ve never ever been changing,
Stations of the dark night wind.

I am a floating red leaf,

Drifting alone on anguish and black human deeds,

I am a floating red leaf,

I arise from waters tasting of blood rinsed sleep

I am a floating red leaf,

I leap over streams spreading my lone-some grief.

I am a floating red leaf,

Come share my defeat.

A leaf, a red leaf,

Sweeping away in need.

Those bloodied tongues of waters,
Like silent death marauders,
Drag me along more deep,
Like falling and rising wheat, snatching my peace.
{A leaf, a Red Leaf, sweeping away in need}.

Quartz-kissed River, sealing tears,
What’s your path, what your steer?
Your feet heavy with red fatigue,
Weeping gloom is in the breeze.
{A leaf, a Red Leaf, sweeping away in need}.

We float along, in silks of threat,
Dark sorrows lie ahead,
A soul is born in a soul of red,
Our days are dark, full of dread,
{A leaf, a Red Leaf, sweeping away in need
A leaf, a Red Leaf, sweeping away in need}.

COLOR OF WINE lyrics

Written By: Ishita Rungta

The color of wine

In the full light of day,
I walk in the shade,
When memories break free
I am not afraid.
The sky unfolds above
But there's nothing I see,
to tell me what the future holds
how it should be

Chorus:
Everywhere I go I see the color of wine,
It's Red, it's purple, it's crimson divine,
I keep looking for a heart beating like mine,
all I see is The color of wine

There is so much more
wrong, than right
There is so much more
black than white,
What has become
of this world, I wonder
Are we slaves
to an unholy hunger.

Chorus: Everywhere I go I see the color of wine,
It's Red, it's purple, it's crimson divine,
I keep looking for a heart beating like mine,
all I see is The color of wine

Smiles killed by blood,
Lost forever in the sand,
Hearts blackened by explosions
We breathe in this wasteland.
The madness of hatred
Is like clinging vine,
As deep as the ocean
Deprived of sunshine,

Chorus: Everywhere I go I see the color of wine,
It's Red, it's purple, it's crimson divine,
I keep looking for a heart beating like mine,
all I see is The color of wine

Outro:
What remains of nature’s grand design,
All I can see is the Color of Wine.

AUTHOR: Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

Jungle Music

Written By: Ishita Rungta

Jungle Music:

Trampling dry leaves under my feet,
Watching lonely trees before they sleep,
I sense that ocean of musty leather,
Making bamboo music between the creek.

Hear the jungle music
Under my feet,
Hear the jungle music
Before they sleep,
Making bamboo music between the creek.
Hear the jungle music,
Under my feet.

Hear the little girl moonlight
Dancing in her silver tunic,
Hear the gray fowl playing the pipe,
listen to the jungle music.

Hear the jungle music
Under my feet,
Hear the jungle music
Before they sleep,
Making bamboo music between the creek.
Hear the jungle music,
Under my feet.

A soundless leaf falls,
{hear the jungle music}
A nymph's smile dissolves,
{hear the jungle music}
A silver thimble moon laughs
{hear the jungle music}
The wild peppered night choreographs.

Hear the jungle music
Under my feet,
Hear the jungle music
From the deep
Making bamboo music between the creek.
Hear the jungle music,
Under my feet.

Dry leaves, Like thieves,
Jungle music,
Swaddled in silence,
Mossgreen music,
In compliance
Jungle music
Moon’s angel face cherubic,
Jungle music
Dancing in her silver tunic,
Hear the Jungle music
{from the deep}
Hear the Jungle music
{from the deep}
Hear the Jungle music.

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

Blackberry Picking

Written By: Ishita Rungta

Today the world is silent,
And the sidewalk unrolls like a deep sleep,
I’m sun drenched with purple whispers,
Drifting from the sides of the stream.
Like a Wild Song, A Waterfall,
This late August sets me thinking,
After all these years, I’m still a believer,
In the dawdling, feeling, discovering.

Those days of blackberry picking
And lusting for the red, blue and green
our cans full and tinkling,
And hands sticky with Berry ink
Unceasing, those days of blackberry picking.

Oh how I was scratched and torn,
As I was Sneaking in the Berry trail,
New skin o’er old wounds are a song,
Life looks back and the tongue fails.
Thorn pricked fingers at the fruit,
Longing for its fresh Summer tang,
And the heart would cry at the false pursuit,
In the dreaming, failing, surrendering.

Those days of blackberry picking
And lusting for the red, blue and green
our cans full and tinkling,
And hands sticky with Berry ink
Unceasing, those days of blackberry picking.

I can’t be alone anymore,
I just cry and stumble away,
And those moments are drying my pillow,
Like a handful of warm notes,
And, I’m roaming, humming, thieving….

Those days of blackberry picking
And lusting for the red, blue and green
our cans full and tinkling,
And hands sticky with Berry ink
Unceasing, those days of blackberry picking.

Outro:
And the dawdling, feeling, discovering,
{Those days of blackberry picking}
And the dreaming, failing, surrendering,
{Those days of blackberry picking}
And I’m roaming, humming, thieving,
Blackberry picking…..

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta

This Is My Florida

Written By: Ishita Rungta

This Is My Florida
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Verse 1:

Past the Carolina’s where the blossoms begin,
Here is where the Sun turns kind and warms the wind.
Where Sabal Palms guard sidewalks from the scorching sun,
And Mockingbirds weave white ribbons of their hum.
Where dwindling creeks die before they reach the knees,
And scotch-taped sunshine breathes forever in leaves.

Chorus:

This is my Florida with its sweet orange heart,
This is my Florida with its Everglades Earth.
This is my Florida and its clouds with blue heron wings
This is my Florida and its light that soaks our dry dreams.
This is my Florida where I will spend all my life,
Drifting in my Kayak and its blue green paradise.

Verse 2:

When the Sun goes down and I feel the Ocean breeze,
That’s when I see the seagrass swaddled manatee,
And I hear the Snail tell stories of passing Rain,
To sleepy Opossums who must stand and wait.
The stars of the clear night skies leak drop by drop
On tired Gators resting on slippery rocks.

Chorus:

This is my Florida with its sweet orange heart,
This is my Florida with its Everglades Earth.
This is my Florida and its clouds with blue heron wings
This is my Florida and its light that soaks our dry dreams.
This is my Florida where I will spend all my life,
Drifting in my Kayak and its blue green paradise.

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta