The warmth of listening to a gazal equals none other ... somehow when you listen to the sad yet ironically soothing words... you cant help but admire the singer who sung those deep words in such a sincere and heartfelt manner... there seems to be a telepathic connection through which the singer somehow echoes your emotions...
Emotions that lie under layers of pretense... the well covered up heartaches... disappointments... that start peeking through the grave just to remind you they are not dead ... but still present in you...
To remind you that it is easier to fool the world but not yourself... its easier to make-believe but the truth is there always forever...
But more than anything it relaxes you... you come face to face with the unconscious ... and the magic of gazals makes you realize you are not alone... and maybe in some way you also realize that you haven't seen life yet there are many more adventures to embark on ... even if they take you through the sad route ... they form an internal and inseparable part of you ... and you just brace yourself .... hoping for the best but preparing for the worst....
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Ghazals though literally mean talking of / with woman but nowadays there are ghazals even on social aspects like urbanization (ab main raashan ki dukanon).
The stereotypical image of ghazals is a crooner good for nothing male with a cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat expression and a beard grown wild after eons of labor and neglect.
I feel ghazal has been such a popular format (there are many other formats in Urdu and Hindi poetry writing) because of its liberty. Each paragraph (actually sher) can talk on totally different topics so you can mix and match according to the mood and your sensibilities.
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