I woke up with a pleasant sound this morning! Lying in my cosy bed, I was listening to the patter of soft rain outside! Every tinkle on the roof and the window, echoed in my heart! I enjoyed the sound, The melody of nature!k

I got up and looked out the window! It rained gently! Nobody was up yet! I felt a bit cold and returned to my cosy bed. I just tried to enjoy more in the silence. It seemed my stormy mind was solaced a bit !!! It made me recollect the memories of my childhood! I found myself murmuring the very famous poem of" Baz baran, ba tarane, ba goharhaye faravan mikhorad bar bame khane..."spontaneously! Beautiful it was !!! hh" Happy old days !!! " I said. h

I don't know what happened then that I felt like going to the yard! I stood right there face upward to the sky with closed eyes for a moment and listened to the water's real footstep!  k

Inexpressible it was, as if the time stopped ! It soothed my grieves with its peaceful rhythmic sound!f

May be my heart was thirstier than the earth !  Who knows ???!!!  MAY BE...

By Kobra

To see the water's footstep, go to the continue sectionh

 هیچکس
همه چیز را
 برای همیشه به باخت نمی دهد...
این بازی آنقدر ادامه خواهد داشت
که یا سپیده سر بزند
و یا ما
 لباسی سفید به تن کنیم...
صبور باش
فردا
حکایت این بازی هم
تمام خواهد شد...

I wish I were you,i

I could think what you think,i

I could feel what you feel,i

I could move to where you move.i

We were incorporated into a being,i

Like two hues were mixed into one color,i

Splashed on the canvas.i

Like notes were composed into a melody,i

Displaying our chapter.i

We were transformed into a soul,i

Floating around within our dimensions.i

Time, space, distance were longer a pronoun of shackles,i

Wherever,i

Whenever,i

Whatever,i

We were inseparable.i

Let the sun never come out.i

Let the flowers never blossom again,i

Let the wind never blow in.i

Never let my love die away,i

I wish I were you...i

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.r

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."s

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" s

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.s

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. s

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"s

God said: s

"When I made the woman she had to be special. s

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,s

yet gentle enough to give comfort.s

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.s

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.s

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.s

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. s

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. s

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."s

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. s

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."s