Thursday, September 02, 2010

Reason Rained!

The pain didn’t begin when the cinnamon jar broke,
The pain didn’t begin when the sky turned gray,
The pain didn’t begin when that first cold breath was gasped,

The pain began with reason,
Then it rained and robbed me of the cinnamon scent!

Vasily-Kandinsky, Blue (N393), 1927


Lotus said...

Wow! very nice, both

faezeh said...

very nice Roja jan. How are you? I miss you a lot some time.

مسعود said...

سلام دوست من
داستان عصیان آدم نیست؟
وقتی فکر می کنی، پس هستی.بودن نیز همراه درد است.
همیشه باش.

Tameshk said...

Dear Lotus,
Thanks for your encouraging comment!

Faezeh Jan,
Thanks a lot, you are flattering me.

Masoud Jan,
As usual, your kind words makes me stronger.