Gul~ Anuv Jain

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Song analysis~

Gul~ Anuv Jain

"Gul", a synopsis of all the unavowed feelings which I had experienced during my mournful heart-break. The heart-break which made me question my existence, question my capability, question my love for him. The heart-break which brought me the thought of not being able to love anyone, anything, ever and the thought of protecting my heart from getting shattered again. I started fearing to fall in love. And today, "Gul" became a mellifluous anthem of my life.


//Tootay makaan

Ik baar gir kar waise bante kahan hai? 

Jaise the tune apne dil se banaye

O karigar yoon hathon se the sajaaye//


The exact moment when I had fallen in love with him, he made me realise that why I shouldn't have loved him. The old memories of us kept on haunting me at the lonely nights. Everytime I had handed my injured heart over to him, he injured it even more badly. With his drastic departure, I tried to put back all my broken pieces together. I also kept on trying to get back me and you, us, together. It didn't matter how much effort I gave to fix my broken heart and our broken relation because a crack is always left in broken things...


//Aye na teri yaad unko 

Aye na teri yaad unko//


During the sleepless nights, I used to glance at our photos with wet eyes and a stifled smile at the corner of my lips. Didn't everyone call us to be "made for each other"? But you were with someone who wasn't me. While I kept on going back to our memory lane, you were busy making new memories with her. While I spent sleepless nights thinking about you, you were busy cuddling with her...


//Aur kya ho gaya jo tujhe 

Is dafa na milli pyaari si 

Pariyon ki woh kahani? 

Aur tum yoon parayshaan ho kyun?

Hai jaadugari aaj bhi 

tere dil mein hai baki //


I spent sleepless nights and dark days trying to figure out my mistakes and trying to look for a fairy tale in my life. Unexpectedly, one day, I realised that my dream of fairy tale didn't work out with you but it may work out with someone else. I also realised that even if my dream of fairy tale doesn't work out with someone else, I have the magical competency inside me to create a fairy tale with myself and for myself...


//Aur in kagazon mein kahin

Ek GUL hai jo aise tera intezaar kar raha hai 

Yeh gul hai teri woh hassi

Kahan kho gai?

Yeh bata

Khilegi kabhi? //


While going through my diary, I found the dried red rose which you had given to me a few years ago. The rose had lost it's charm just like my smile. My fairy tale also had a desire of receiving a rose for proposal from my soulmate. This time, I bought a bouquet of roses by myself and for myself. With the stunning charm of the newly bought roses, I got my charm, my smile, back into my life...


//Aayega ik din

Jab unki raatein yoon na mehfooz hongi 

Tere, tere bin aise 

Tu dekh lena

Teri kami tab unko mehsoos hogi 

Mujhe Mujhe hai pata yeh//


Out of the blue, he arrived again to my healed life but this time I had knowledge about my magical potential. He started missing me, us and our memories just the way I had. But this time, I moved on. This time, he wanted me back but I was no more available for him. This time, he wanted to create his fairy tale with me but I was already living a fairy tale with myself...

Ig- @_arushmita_




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