Enough is enough

Here I am,passing the days.Some times I feel such a sad unbroken silence around my self that I can't say or do any thing to shatter it.I just sit still and listen to it. I'm still the very same person I was once,yet changed so much.And finally I can say I'm satisfied by my life.It's really strange for me considering all the long time I was nagging.But I can't ignore the facts,I'm free enough,being distress is enough.Let me celebrate the new season,and the new way of living I've started. Let me celebrate the peace I'm given.I think the time has come to say I am light footed again.That unpleasent experience is enough for me,autemn's come and beauty is every where.This pure beauty is enough to live a good life and enough is enough.

New autemn

The last summer sunset passed queitly.My 21th summer passed by.How many changes happened to me?What new things I learnt?And How will I remember these past days?The past will never be present again.
Finaly autumn came and it's sweet cool perfume is all over my room.My beloved season has come.NowI can see the wonderful colorful trees,shining in the sun.I can taste the great joy of hearing rustling fired leaves,and the echoes of crows on the emptiness of a cloudy day.All are coming back .The midnights when the rain fingers knock on windows,thunders cries,all navy blue sky....All are settling down are here with me.What will this new season bring for me?I shall wait and see.
Now wellcome my splendiferous autemn.

A new chapter in nature

Days are passing,no motion in moving,no tranquility in stillness.yet the sunset reminds the golden taste of autemn.A new chapter in the book of seasons is going to begin.A new stage in nature will be born.Summer is leaving and the joy of wellcoming my beloved season spells some life on my nature.
Many changes happened to me,I've touched many new concepts,ideas,smiles,tears,poems,and feelings.And I feel I'm getting a new person each day.If it is good or bad I don't know.
The only thing which is clear to me is that I'm passing a transit stage on my life.The best thing which I love about my life is that my momments are being filled more with poems.I have to set a journey to explore my self,that's what I'm telling my self for a very long time.I think I have already begun
Let me recite a lovely one,by Sohrab Sepehri:
The Foot Steps Of Water
Life's a pleasant tradition.
Life's wing is as vast as death.
Life's a jump the size of love.
Life's not something,
we put on the mantel of habit
and forget.
Paintings by: Sohrab Sepehri


It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.
Windows, ideas, air, love,
earth, all mine.
Why does it matter if sometimes,
the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?

Let's take off our clothes.
Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket and
fill it up with all the greens
and all the reds.

We are not to comprehend;
the secret of roses, but maybe
swimming in the incantation of roses.
Or may be looking for
the song of truth
between the morning glory,
and the century.