ANAHIT
ARUSTAMYAN
THERE IS NO DESTINY
AFTER DEATH
The sun and the
moon never meet to wed.
A spider is used
to its web.
There is something
called a destiny's frame.
Being painted with
the brush of a pale shade it never allows anyone to escape.
Romeo! Have you
found your Juliet?
A human's life is
a drop of rain.
It gets lost in
the ground to appear again.
There is no
destiny after death.
There is something
which is called space.
Your earthly tears
might be something else.
They have turned
to the cranes which are flying sails.
A human's life
might be calm or mad.
However it drips
like a drop of rain.
Romeo! The
moonlight can kiss your Juliet.
Romeo! Don't be
sad!
Your lips might be
there.
Your wedding might
be held.
There is no
destiny after death.
DEAR PRINCE!
"To be or not
to be"!
This question is
in my mind, dear Prince!
The earthly truth
is sometimes on a lie's knee.
Hamlet!
Shakespeare's ink gave you life in the Earth's reality.
Who can count all
the teeth chewing honesty?
Those teeth were
the nails in Jesus's body.
A lie's teeth can
still chew the truth's tongue, dear Prince!
The thorns
pricking you can still pierce.
That's why you
asked yourself to be or not to be!
To be, of course
to be with the nature's melody!
The stars are even
older than their immortal mystery!
The sky's eyes are
the guards of your nobility.
Hamlet! You were
invented to be!
The earthly truth
is this, dear Prince!
CLOWN GIRL!
Hello, clown girl!
What is sketched on your painted face?
There's some air
in the balloon which is in your hand.
No, your destiny
won't be a script but a wrinkle on your forehead.
King Lear cried
but his crown didn't help.
The air patting
the globe hasn't changed its shape.
Do laugh, clown
girl, as a comedy may be a gone page!
Do cry, clown
girl, as a tragedy can scratch its old stage!
O, this round
stage! It still keeps your mystic dance.
Talk to the stage
as quickly as you can!
Your time is
limited as the air in the balloon in your hand.
ANAHIT ARUSTAMYAN
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