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My autobiography, family pictures, videos and articles will let you know who I am and what I cherish in my life.
I am sharing some of my favorite videos from religious, Armenian, classical, international, Lebanese, and Jewish music.
I have added links of Armenian poetry, Armenian Christian songs and classical music stations that are meaningful to me.
I have also included some of my own poems in English and articles in Armenian.
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|Posted on February 2, 2014 at 11:30 AM||comments (0)|
Hiding their tiny faces from the world
Are the blue violets on the soil.
The spring is playing with the sun,
Painting a warm smile on their lips.
There is no envy in their heart,
The lilies, the roses with proud heads
Are looking down to see in their shade
The blue eyes of the humble violets.
Violets, the teachers of mankind,
Who don’t shout, never hate their equal,
Never stab their friends from the back,
Never shut the door of their house
To their friend, wounded in fight of life.
They are kind, they are pure and are blessed,
The blue heart and dainty violets.
|Posted on January 31, 2014 at 11:45 PM||comments (0)|
Let wishful dreams drop on you,
From the land of the fairies.
Let your cradle rock tonight
With lullaby of angels.
My lovely and pretty baby
The shining light of my heart,
The music of your presence
Is the morning of my life.
Close your blue and pearly eyes,
Fold your tiny hands to pray
In the silence and in peace,
Listen the blessings of God.
Today I seat on my chair
Of million worries and stress,
To see your innocent smile
And be an old child again.
|Posted on January 30, 2014 at 10:15 AM||comments (0)|
It is gold sunshine today,
No storm, no clouds in the sky,
The hills are dancing with trees
The flowers are full of bees.
God has opened wide and deep
The windows of His heaven,
Showering down happiness,
The joy of life untarnished,
The smile in beautiful eyes,
The song of love on the lips.
So many angels around.
I don’t know how to absorb
All this immeasurable gift,
Filling my often blind heart ,
Letting me float in the air
And anoint me like a king.
|Posted on January 27, 2014 at 10:20 AM||comments (0)|
In the loneliness of the night
I hear the beats of my heart.
I see the old moon looking down
With drops of tears in her eyes.
I want to kill the black darkness
That is visiting my soul
And stealing all what is left
From the bright days of the past.
All the birds that sang yesterday,
Have left their nests and are gone.
All the loves lingering above
Have disappeared in the clouds.
I am left an orphan to beg
A soul mate to fill the empty,
The solitude and distress
And bring happiness again
To this silent and dark night.
|Posted on January 24, 2014 at 11:25 AM||comments (0)|
Woman leaning a walnut tree
Looks at the ashes of her house.
It was only two days ago
She hang pictures on the walls,
She put three candles of the birthday
Of the baby full of life
On the velvet covered table
With the goodies and cold drinks.
She called music and happiness
To fill the rooms and the souls
Of the family and friends.
Today there are only the ghosts
Sitting in the torched armchairs
And laughing loud and cynical
The loss of hopes and the joys
Of beautiful past years,
Where the pictures of memories
Would make them rich every day,
Would bridge the past and future
Keep the old folks always young,
If forest fire quenched that day.
|Posted on January 19, 2014 at 3:10 AM||comments (0)|
In the darkness of the night,
I can count the city lights.
Those lights are the wide windows
Of the rooms where people live.
People listen to soft music,
People do dance with the beats.
In the cold or the warm beds,
People make love and they dream.
They count the gain of the day,
They cry the loss of their dear,
They eat and drink with a toast,
Or they smoke manly cigars.
These eyes of light in the dark
Keep their kind of human life.
I can see them, they see me,
All in the yellow scroll of time.
|Posted on January 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
I am dreaming today
To sit on the clouds up high
And listen the sacred music
With harps, lyres and trumpets
From the cathedral above.
The choir of million angels
Singing heavenly chorus,
Giving full praise to the King
Who owns the eternal throne.
There is pure light everywhere,
Washing the souls of mortals,
All the stars of universe
With their wide sparkling eyes
Are decorating the trees
Of the majestic forest.
I am amazed and wondered
Of the miracle of Life,
That rains today from the skies
And turns my soul richly blessed.
|Posted on January 7, 2014 at 10:05 AM||comments (0)|
We celebrated today
The Armenian Christmas.
There were no caroling girls,
No white angels in the sky.
Like all the sad and cold evenings,
We turned off lights on the tree
And sat silent to call old days
Of our colorful childhood.
To call shiny smile of mother
And the father’s sincere love,
All siblings playing on the floor,
Tables full of roasted chestnuts
And the radio melodies.
We wish those days to visit us
And warm our cold hearts once more
And fill our nights with sweet dreams.
|Posted on January 1, 2014 at 10:30 AM||comments (0)|
It is the last day of the year,
Thirty-one, the number today,
A number in group of numbers
That some mortals found to count
The multitude of the bright stars
And the length of the rainbow.
The Egyptians, the Assyrians,
Some bearded men in the deserts,
Collected them to leave a print
On white pages of history.
Today, I hate all those numbers
And wait alone to count my life
And see the finality of days,
That are sometimes full of pure joy
And then others are sad as death.
I am mourning now these old year,
That was full of black and white days,
Days with vanishing memories
And the numbers all wet with tears.
|Posted on December 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM||comments (1)|
The designer of universe,
Is resident of a manger.
The atmosphere is full of love.
Immensity of divine light
Has visited our darkest land,
Where the music and the lilies
Float in the space of the stars.
There is the beauty of Mary,
And multitude of white angels,
That open the doors of heaven
To make us rich, us the mortals.
Humility and compassion
Brought the Babe to cry and die
And elevate the human kind
To the mansions above the skies.
Today I kneel and hold His hands,
Cherish the smile in His blue eyes
And dedicate my broken life
To Him, to His sacred service.