Friday, June 3, 2011


On the bed, in a dark room-
I’m the red rose you lost long ago;
The divine gift plunged on your palms;
The dream girl drizzled in your reveries;
The eternal spring bloomed herself for you;
The queen in the kingdom of your heart.

On a shingled beach, in a misty dusk-
I sat impassive, while you were
sucking your bride’s sweet lips,
cuddling around her narrow waist,
with a hot flush of romance
in the knee-deep swash before me.

The disgrace on a scrubber sniggers in her pride!
The jeer behind the disregard sniggers in your dignity!
Your semen after our coitus chuckles in my cervix!!!

Thursday, June 2, 2011


My eyes went blind to see;
My ears went deaf to listen;
My lips went mum to speak;
My voice got dropped to sing;
My body got palsied to dance;
My mind got frozen to weep.

I wish to sing as a bamboo cane
in the throbs of each soul I touch.
They crave to crush as sugar cane
to gulp the sweetness and to chuck.

Friday, March 11, 2011


With the help of a commitment machine,
obligation is an easy job to do.
Then why should I waste
my love energy there.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


The fire of memories burned in the heart;
the blood in veins boiled over and dried;
a burning smell emitted from the heart!
how can i remove this
scuzzy stains from charred heart?

First I washed with tears,
then scratched with curses,
finally covered with oblivion,
but still it remains,
unremoved.... uncovered....

Sunday, October 31, 2010


We are in an abyss!
The blithering darkness of selfishness!
Patriotic maniacs, throne maniacs,
religious maniacs, wealth maniacs,
violence maniacs, sex maniacs...
The maniac bloodsuckers wiggle within!
They suck the blood of our thoughts
and make our mind narrow.

Why the boundaries of my land?
Why not the diversity of my world?
Why the strength of power to suppress?
Why not the power of love to succeed?
Why the irony of religious wars?
Why not the metaphor of bondage?
Why the lust for money?
Why not the quest for empathy?
Why the cowardness of violence?
Why not the dare for peace?
Why the attack of lechery?
Why not the passion of torrid?

Who pulled us into this death well?
Whether the mistake of our forebears
(a mistaken long view for peace).......
or the crookedness of our co-beings
who take advantage from restraints.....

Friday, July 16, 2010


All of you were expecting my arrival!!!

To cool your hot day-nights,
to make a paradise with
prosperity and richness
in your future,
my arrival was essential.

When I arrived with a throbbing heart,
suppressing the waves of an ocean of sorrows,
you smiled; looking at my dark blue eyes.
You could not see the sobs spilling out
from my flickering eyes;
but your upcoming happiness and wealth.
You worshipped me with artificial flowers
made by selfishness and painted with false love.

Somebody murmured that
I’ll sow catastrophe and scarcity.
Not to cause any disaster,
I locked my black sorrows
inside my eyelids;
stood with a white smile.
But my heart choked with sighs;
they started brimming out.
You could not tolerate their heat.
You yelled out curses.

At last......
I decided to open my eyelids.
My psyche cooled;
My gasps condensed,
recovered their natural briskness.
I opened my eyelids slowly,
the tears rolled down.
It may create calamity and dearth;
But it’ll enhance your tomorrows!

For a moment,
did I lose my control?
Storm blew from my breaths;
Stifled grieves distorted to dark devils.
They held their hands together,
spat silver fire against you,
glided over you and roared,
cascaded with a bleak.
I disgorged all agonies;
It was the time for me to go.

Barsamin** will again melt
summer and drought here.
But you were celebrating my departure
and the arrival of spring.
The sun washed and whitened the charred clouds;
spread on the branches of the sky to drain.
He was amused by your carnival.
His smile reflected as seven colours
in a tear bead which I dropped on the way.
They played hide and seek
betwixt the tender clouds;
As a dancing peacock, with
the feathers of my colourful hopes,
I’ll again make up spring.

I watch the nature from a lonely corner.
The flood ceased;
emerald and gold glitter ubiquitously;
the spring sways you in an ornated swing;
the tear drops diverged from me
waddle to hug the sea waves-
wearing gorgeous silver anklets.
A tearful smile bloomed in me......

*Tsovinar- Goddess of water, sea, and rain in Armenian mythology whose fury causes rain to be shed from the heavens. Also says that Tsovinar was a mythological heroine who subjected to physical and psychological violence, but remained firm, rebellious and just. Thus she embodies the first Armenian mutinous woman, who openly opposes the society.
**Barsamin- God of weather and sky in Armenian mythology.

Monday, February 1, 2010


Everybody invoke you as gruesome;
describe you as the synonym of horror;
define you as an impossible hope.
But….. I adore you so much.
You are a white hope!

Even though you breathe out fire,
have lion’s head and snake’s tail;
I can see the udder on your body
as an icon of motherhood!
It leads me to an indefinable amazement!

I hope…..
if the youth could breathe out
the fire of riposte;
if they could roar against the injustice;
if they could squirt poison on corruption;
and above all…..
if they could cuddle humanity.

Dearie,alert the young
and be an acme for them!!!

*According to Greek mythology, a monstrous fire-breathing female creature with lion's head, goat's body and snake's tail.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I sway in the swing of my dreams,
draping on my silent desires,
in the breeze of wishes,
soaking in the drizzle of affection,
listening to a distant sound of melody,
in the first light.

Thursday, November 12, 2009


Are sorrows salty?
Many times I felt it;
when they changed their direction
and touched my lips,
while I was pouring them
out through my eyes.

But happiness...
everybody says it is sweet!
But I couldn’t taste that sweetness...
even at the moments of happiness;
The emotions flowed from eyes
...........had salty taste!!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009


I’m wandering....
in the loneliness of this desert, searching for my lost box, tied with yellow ribbon, in the hope of regaining it and returning to the shade of the oasis…..

It was that time.....

My life and mind were wilting
in the hot desert,
my hopes were coating
with dust in the sand storm;
an oasis appeared in front of me.
I unburdened my distresses there
to chill out.
The attack of the robbers
from behind the dune
was unexpected.
It was robbed...
The chest of my hopes...
It was robbed...

*A piece of yellow ribbon is used as a sign to show that people are not forgotten while they are away from home and that they hope that the person will soon return safely. The practice of tying yellow ribbon around trees began during the Vietnam War and was later used during the Iranian hostage crisis, the Gulf War, and the war in Iraq.

Friday, October 2, 2009


If I could melt as a moonstone
while the moonrays shed love
at this night...

If I could dribble down
into the chest of this moonlight
with a passion and coy...

If I could shatter
as the pearls of a silver anklet
on this strewed blueness...

Sunday, July 12, 2009


The first vibration in a mother's womb;
The great relief after a severe pain;
A woman's most precious treasure;
The flame of a lamp lit with affection;
A dewdrop of love;
The smooth pearl in the heart of a rough shell;
The fragrance of flowers blooming in the darkness;
The nectar of a flower;
The drizzling in a hot summer;
The soft patting of sun on the nature-
to wipe out her tears,
to brighten her life in seven colours!!!!

Friday, July 10, 2009


Your brutality might have plucked out my nails.
But my fingers are still on my hands.
They have not lost their chivalry.
Those nail less fingers are quite enough for me,
to grab my desires and to cut off the odium.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


A heart filled with love-
blush coloured;
It drips into the nerves;
Whenever I lean on that chest,
I can hear that soft voice...
The voice...
that of spilling love.
It's like the patters of dewdrops
from the tip of a tender leaf;
It trickles continuously,
keeps me alive....
That bracing love!!