Independent Song :- Nah Woh Main
Vocals : Shreya Ghoshal
Composers: Shreya and Soumyadeep Ghoshal
Lyrics: Manoj Yadav
If you've been trying to cope up with this self imposed isolation, thanks to the pandemic influenza which has set up it's spiral across the globe; I'm sure you've been also pondering of those lost relationships, the ones which had entangled your existence once but are now no more part of your substance, for those strings have been untied and you've left the verses to fly away.
"Lafzoon k dhaage khul gaye
Ab woh kahani hum nahi.."
Nah Woh Main is the reminiscing cup of stanzas which has bitter cubes of brokenness undissolved. It is slideshow of memory lanes running on the screen of the mind which none can watch. Torn and loosened lines don't make up a prose neither do they portray unifying poetry rhymes. The romance that once bloomed have been robbed of it's fragrances, and now the lingering dry petals bring more pain than memory. As good as the heartbeats being left to struggle for each breath, and not a single word remained back to comfort the wounds.
The best answer to the "what can't be taught but learnt with only experience" question, still is "a heartbreak ". All the theories of falling out of love can never teach you to unlove. Loving is the natural instinct, unloving requires efforts. And like the popular belief, falling in love was easy, it's carrying that responsibility of brittle love which is difficult. And by the end of these atrocities of toxicity brokenness brings to the soul, there's a carcass lowered in the coffin of heart.
"Pal jo hasate the kabhi...
Ab wo rulate tak nahi..."
It complains about the unpredictability this ardour has invited. Nah woh main is slightly wanting to blame the cosmos for this separation, for love drew inspiration from those shooting stars, falling and vanishing forever into anonymity . When you've decided to part ways, knowing that not a single word would be exchanged ever again, Nah Woh Main urges to find one reason to strike a conversation. But the sourness it has left back on the lips, swallowing all of those lumps and prepping up the throat for anew chats seems far off dream.
Though by the end of this beautiful track, you get to see the ray of hope slitting the sable, for how long it'll survive still remains undiscovered for the onlookers.
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