Sad Poetry
زخمِ اشک کی تاب نا لا سکے ہم
ہم نے جاں گنوا دی جنگِ محبت میں
محبت ہوتی تو سنبھال لیتا کسی طریقے
اشک تھا ہو میرا اِس لیے وجود کھا گیا میرا
چند کلیاں نشاط کی چن کر مدتوں محو یاس رہتا ہوں
تیرا ملنا خوشی کی بات سہی تجھ سے مل کر اداس رہتا ہوں
Talking is Like Ketchup: Story About Father
Once upon a time in a small, picturesque town, there lived a man named Thomas who had a peculiar way of relating to his son, Daniel. Thomas was an old-fashioned man who believed that talking about feelings was like squeezing ketchup out of a bottle - slow, tedious, and often frustrating. He had grown up in a family where emotions were seldom discussed, and he had carried this tradition into his own life. Daniel, on the other hand, was a bright and expressive young boy. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, eager to share his thoughts, dreams, and fears with anyone who would listen. He approached life with a sense of wonder and curiosity, always asking questions and seeking to understand the world around him. One sunny afternoon, as they sat together in the backyard, Daniel turned to his father and asked, "Dad, why don't you ever talk about your feelings? I feel like I don't really know you sometimes." Thomas, uncomfortable with the question, shifted in his chair and re...
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