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Night of Poetry- Flashback
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Salam!
It was chilling night of january (10-1-2025). We, class friends, went to a poetic,musical,literary event organized by Quaidian Library society. This event was "Sham-e-Urdu." Its literal meaning is the evening of Urdu(National language of Pakistan)
Right after having routine classes, I, along with Arshia, walked to the ground where the event was being organized. We walked through book stalls, but at that time, books were being packed and sellers were mapping their ways back home.
Night took over, and event started with warmth of fire lighting in the middle and with small lights on our heads. Moon was also floating in the ocean of night.
As we paid 150PKR as ticket so we received equivalence in the form of samosa and chai. Even i consumed the part of Arshia too. We laughed on jokes and laughed uselessly.
Lights jiggling beautifully above eyes and i was constantly darting my eyes to these lights. I was wearing black shalwar but missing my jacket or hoodie as it was cold weather. I might start trembling.
Out of blue, the Chinese delegation surprised us with their poetry and literary knowledge. We clapped and thanked them for being present that night. I am sure they enjoyed that appreciation and night.
After session of poetry, much awaited session of songs and music started. The whole environment of sitting changed when university's singers came up with guitars. They sang some classic and famous songs that are commonly connected to everyone.
Night was moving fast, and my friends walked and went back home. Here, i was not willing to go back to my boring room. I choose to stay there and live the moment with other like-minded people. Instruments were laid close to the stage area. I looked at decorations and praised them in my heart.
Officially, the event was closed, but a singer whose voice was soothing. If i can say anyone's voice like moon, then he was the one whose melodious voice moved me. I had tears in my mind and thoughts of my beloved in my mind, and my heart was beating with his voice. Chill of night was so strong that my legs started trembling, but i stayed there and stayed strong. I didn't want to go but rather to sit there and think about my beloved.
He was singing melodious ghazals(local music form specifically meant for beauty of women and beloved). Everyone was immersed into the moment. Even the passersby were standing and kept on coming from a distance.
I was looking at the faces, and in the eyes of people sitting around me and their situation and faces assured me that they loved at least once in their lives. Everyone was contributing something meaningful to the night. I was happy that quality people were sitting and they were appreciating the singer.
It was the first time in my life that i requested singer to sing a song(ghazal) of my will and he did. I can not explain it was an amazing feeling to feel that he sang on my request.
I got up from the event when everyone decided to go back. I was alone and walked with a stranger student. While walking, we had a discussion about poetry and music. Then i became the only one who was walking towards the hostel. It was around 2'O clock and suddenly i saw another function that was ending. Disco lights were shadowing to my eyes and glasses. I went in without an invitation. They were packing up, but students were dancing. I missed my friends. I thought; if they were here,I might dance too. I let everything go and walked away with a scared heart.
Today, i am sharing an excerpt of singer singing ghazal[Enjoy]>>>>
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Salam!
It was chilling night of january (10-1-2025). We, class friends, went to a poetic,musical,literary event organized by Quaidian Library society. This event was "Sham-e-Urdu." Its literal meaning is the evening of Urdu(National language of Pakistan)
Right after having routine classes, I, along with Arshia, walked to the ground where the event was being organized. We walked through book stalls, but at that time, books were being packed and sellers were mapping their ways back home.
Night took over, and event started with warmth of fire lighting in the middle and with small lights on our heads. Moon was also floating in the ocean of night.
As we paid 150PKR as ticket so we received equivalence in the form of samosa and chai. Even i consumed the part of Arshia too. We laughed on jokes and laughed uselessly.
Lights jiggling beautifully above eyes and i was constantly darting my eyes to these lights. I was wearing black shalwar but missing my jacket or hoodie as it was cold weather. I might start trembling.
Out of blue, the Chinese delegation surprised us with their poetry and literary knowledge. We clapped and thanked them for being present that night. I am sure they enjoyed that appreciation and night.
After session of poetry, much awaited session of songs and music started. The whole environment of sitting changed when university's singers came up with guitars. They sang some classic and famous songs that are commonly connected to everyone.
Night was moving fast, and my friends walked and went back home. Here, i was not willing to go back to my boring room. I choose to stay there and live the moment with other like-minded people. Instruments were laid close to the stage area. I looked at decorations and praised them in my heart.
Officially, the event was closed, but a singer whose voice was soothing. If i can say anyone's voice like moon, then he was the one whose melodious voice moved me. I had tears in my mind and thoughts of my beloved in my mind, and my heart was beating with his voice. Chill of night was so strong that my legs started trembling, but i stayed there and stayed strong. I didn't want to go but rather to sit there and think about my beloved.
He was singing melodious ghazals(local music form specifically meant for beauty of women and beloved). Everyone was immersed into the moment. Even the passersby were standing and kept on coming from a distance.
I was looking at the faces, and in the eyes of people sitting around me and their situation and faces assured me that they loved at least once in their lives. Everyone was contributing something meaningful to the night. I was happy that quality people were sitting and they were appreciating the singer.
It was the first time in my life that i requested singer to sing a song(ghazal) of my will and he did. I can not explain it was an amazing feeling to feel that he sang on my request.
I got up from the event when everyone decided to go back. I was alone and walked with a stranger student. While walking, we had a discussion about poetry and music. Then i became the only one who was walking towards the hostel. It was around 2'O clock and suddenly i saw another function that was ending. Disco lights were shadowing to my eyes and glasses. I went in without an invitation. They were packing up, but students were dancing. I missed my friends. I thought; if they were here,I might dance too. I let everything go and walked away with a scared heart.
Today, i am sharing an excerpt of singer singing ghazal[Enjoy]>>>>