My pillow is both soft and hard under my head.
Who knows why my mind has knitted a sail?
The sail is torn though I mend it in each rising day.
I put the huge sail on my small pillow to wait.
My worn out pillow just keeps the moon’s shade.
The moon is afar with its fairy tale.
What do I have to mend, my pillow, my sail or even the rain?
The rain cries on my umbrella and reaches my face.
My pillow is probably my white sail.
It never floats on the seas as its holes aren’t mended yet.
What do I have to mend, my pillow, my umbrella or the rain?
I was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. After graduating the university I published some of my earlypoems in the local anthology called ''Garun'' translated into English ''Spring''. My later works were published in different international anthologies and online magazines. I authored paperback books entitled My Intoxicated Ink, The Queen Of Metaphors and e-books entitled My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue and The Phantom's Dolphin. My books are in English and available on Amazon and Lulu.