Our Ego

It has been quite a while since I have ceased to jug down my trouble-struck mind’s stuffs onto the place people call it the virtual world.
Some times it seems fine to get back to the world of consciousness and unconsciousness so that feel alive and keep waiting for others writing on the box of confession.
Seems we human feel like being flattered by those we label them as friends of ‘mine’. Our ego drives us to where it can find comfort and joy. We make friends for days of need. Aren’t we changing the spiritual matters into earthly yearning needs of the flesh?!

A Dream

A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe.
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

heavy heart

Some times there is something to talk about, though there is no body to share part of one’s grieves and burdens at heart with! Heart is a small space made out of flesh but with a wonderful capacity to carry the heavy feelings of a human! Who can stand? Who has caused this? I wish I could cry out all those matters flaming and fuming me!

territories

Some times, territories and distances are kind of a burden to human soul cause when one lives in a region for a long time, he gets used to the environment and all those around him. But when he is destined to move from his new nationality to the old folks he might feel discontent with what he is doomed to experience, even if it be a matter of temporary thing. I can hardly remember the home-coming feeling when I found out that I had to move to the region I was born in. my parents are still living in the north of Iran. It is the best part of the Asia which can rival the Europe in weather and green environment. But in my opinion I am a small fish who belongs to a big river like Tehran, where I grew up, got my degrees, fell in and out of love, and overly more than half of my friends are there. I became a journalist there and still work as a translator with some online and print media there. I hope the days of exile to a branch of a bank see their ends and I get back to my big sea to grow up better than before. I wish technology could break the distances!