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From my book''My lamp guides me on my ways as if I am carrying it in my hand. I imagine that I am holding an old oil lamp, which my grandmother lit, when she was a young lady.
''No, time is not stuck in the lamp, but I find the images of time in the lamp,'' I say to myself very often.
My lamp did not leave my hand, when a very tiny and invisible enemy invaded the world. No eyes could see that enemy, but all tongues in different languages said its name, Covid.
The global pandemic started. It seemed to me that my mysterious lamp was leading me to walk over the blades. The whole of humanity became helpless and frightened. The invisible virus continued to attack like a horrible wild beast to stick its thorny claws into a human's blood. The TV news kept on announcing deaths in hospitals.
Most of the windows were open, but the doors were locked. The streets, which used to be crowded, became almost empty. Only some masked people were walking to the stores for food.
''No guest is ever welcomed,'' I said to my cousins.
Nara said, ''Anyway we should be in isolation for our safety. I am afraid of death. I want to live long.''
''Don't worry, my sister, we will probably avoid being infected with that cruel virus. Just wear a mask, when you go out,'' my other cousin, Nune said to Nara, her sister.
I got lost in my thoughts. I was thinking about life, ''the pillow on the hospital bed could let anyone's head rest on it. The air, which is always generous to every living being, could enter anyone's lungs through a lung ventilator.''
I felt as if the invisible enemy was chasing me and my loved ones...''
Anahit ArustamyanAutumn Songs
For Nara
This collection of my new poems is dedicated to my sister, Nara who left for Heaven.
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This collection of my new poems is dedicated to my sister, Nara who left for Heaven. The words sing with the autumn melancholia. Most of the lines are blues. It's a collection of spiritual and philosophical poems.
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FROM MY NOVELLastly, turn off the battery. Now the plane is shut down.''
Those steps were the very words from the language of Nare's metallic bird. She learned to fly quickly because she had met Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Pierre, and her small toy airplane before. It was obvious that her toy plane had not gone forever. It had flown somewhere to turn into a real airplane. Nare had already been in most of the airports in the world. She had been looking for John at both arrival and departure gates. Nare's hopes faded, and she got tired of searching. She got used to being single. She was learning to live with her present only though her past continued to visit her time by time through her memories. Nare lived alone in a two-room apartment which she had bought. She thought it was not home. The airplane cockpit was her main home. The crew was her family. Time had taken Nare's uncle away. Nare missed her uncle, who was no longer alive. Nare sometimes went to see her uncle's sick widow, and other members of the family, who she had lived with before. Everybody was present except her uncle, who was absent. Sona was already a university student. When Nare mentioned what a disobedient child Sona was, Sona burst out laughing. Sona had changed a lot. She seemed to be in love with somebody but she did not like to say something about her romantic feelings even to her family members. Arpi usually got angry with Sona as she came home back late very often. She was worried about her daughter. Most of the time Sona looked happy, but her mood changed time by time and she isolated herself in her room for hours. Nare knew that love could cause both happy smiles and heartfelt tears, but love was the meaning of life, on which the human's existence was based within the challenges of destinies. Nare also visited Gohar's family. Arsen no longer worked in the hospital. He had retired and ran the toy shop with his wife, Gohar. Azat was an art student at university. He grew up and decided to become neither a pilot nor a doctor. He had a gift for painting. Nare found Azat's canvas, ''My Parents'' so remarkable. The canvas reflected a woman and a man, who slid with the moon in a dark sky, slightly lit by the shiny stars. There was a young man below with a palette in his hand. The nostalgia kept on dripping from the married couple's eyes into the young man's palette. The painting looked so natural and heartfelt that Azat's art teachers found it amazing. Whenever Nare wanted to know why Azat had painted such a canvas of his parents, as Gohar and Arsen are with him, he hesitated to answer. He knew that his paintbrush moved his hand, but the colours did not appear from his palette. Azat smiled with a strange expression on his face and said that he did not paint the canvas, which he called ''My Parents.'' In Azat's opinion, an invisible artist might have created that real masterpiece.
''Who was that invisible artist? Who could have settled in Azat to paint a canvas for him?'' Nare kept on asking herself.
Nare did not know any answers to that mystery. She found it easy to fly her airplane but she could not understand how Azat's dead parents appeared in his painting to watch their son, who had been brought up by other people and he did not know that he had parents in Heaven. Gohar and Arsen always hid that truth from him. Nare was already an International Airways pilot, which took her a long time and effort. However she smiled to herself recalling the first flight with her instructor that was long ago. She had difficulty to overcome her fears and started to talk to the airplane. The instructor got puzzled and said that no airplane had a soul as it was a machine.
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FROM MY NOVELTHE PILOT
Whenever her co-pilot wanted to know what her favourite flower was, she answered that it was Forget-Me-Not. She thought if John had forgotten her. So many years had passed, so many things had changed. Nare's past seemed a movie she had already watched, and her present was the way of her existence. She flew to different cities, which was her present. She could neither guess nor imagine her future, the scene that would be filmed some time later. Nare usually recalled those museums and exhibitions that she had visited. She turned off the takeoff lights and all gear lights then turned on the programmed autopilot and turned off the wing/ engine lights for rising. Her silver bird was in the sky again.
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''I see you love metallic eagles,'' he tried to joke as he wanted to change her mood. ''I also love breathing cranes,'' Nare said, cheerfully.
Pierre was doing his best to understand her. She seemed so extraordinary. He noticed her wandering around the airport. He noticed her fatigue.
''Why? What's her aim?'' he thought.
He had given these questions many times to himself.
Pierre couldn't figure out her purpose and intention. He was a pilot. The silver bird, as Nare described, was a toy in his skillful hands. Due to his skills, the plane was able to fly thousands of miles. He always managed to understand his machine, but he failed to understand Nare.
''How long are you going to watch them?'' he said.
Nare liked his French humour.
''How long? I don't know,” she replied.
Nare's tongue trembled as if it was a leaf caught by a crazy wind.
The Pilot by Anahit Arustamyan.
Available on Amazon
ISBN-13 : 979-8738513367
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ABOUT THE NOVELThe Pilot is a spiritual novel. It tells the tale of Nare and the people in her life. It explores the mysteries between earthly life and heaven. Separated by distance, even death, from those they love, it reveals how people hold onto hope of reunion.
Apr 22, 2019 03:06AM
James V Jordan 5.0 out of 5 starsPoems of Longing and Grace April 9, 2019 Format: Kindle EditionJames V Jordan
5.0 out of 5 starsPoems of Longing and Grace
April 9, 2019
Format: Kindle Edition
I had the pleasure this past weekend to sit in my backyard reading poetry, specifically Canvass of my Soul: The Hues of My Palette by Anahit Arustamyan. The title page identifies this volume as containing Lyrical and philosophical poems. And that is the treat that lays within this book, beautiful poetry along with beautiful color images that appear throughout the book: a palette, an incredible angel, wearing a windswept gown, her hair flowing behind her, reaching out as the poems reach out to a lover of the poetess in “We Wait and Wait to be Together”,
Our ages melt like soft snowflakes
And they won’t come back.
And to Christ.
From “I Speak to Him”
I whisper Jesus and he hears me.
My prayers unwrap my days unwrapped in mist.
I am looking forward soon to reading another book of this poetess’s poetry.
Nov 12, 2018 08:20AM
The Canvas Of My Soul: The Hues Of My Paletteby Anahit Arustamyan (Goodreads Author)
it was amazing 5.0 · Rating details · 3 Ratings · 1 Review
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughtshttps://www.amazon.com/Canvas-My-Soul...
The Canvas Of My Soul is a colorful dreamscape of insights and emotions. My words linger with the reader. The Canvas Of My Soul is a poetic reporter of the “Human Condition” as I explore the rhythms and patterns of human heart and soul. The Canvas Of My Soul includes lyrical, romantic and philosophical poems. The Hues Of My Palette which is the subtitle of The Canvas Of My Soul is an artistic landscape in lyrical words and deep thoughts.
https://www.amazon.com/Phantoms-Dolph...Philosophical and lyrical poetry. A new creative style of expressing thoughts and emotions. All my poems in prose are rich in metaphors.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Phantoms-Dol...Philosophical and lyrical poetry. A new creative style of expressing thoughts and emotions. All my poems in prose are rich in metaphors.
I was born in Yerevan, Armenia on May21, 1963. I went to school at the age of 7. After finishing high school I started my studies at Yerevan Engineering University. I graduated from the university in 1985. I was so deeply interested in literature that I focused all my attention on poetry. I published my e-books with Lulu and Amazon. My creative works are included in many poetry anthologies and magazines. The e-books My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue and The Phantom's Dolphin are authored by me. I also published a print book in Yerevan in 2009.This book includes the best collection of my prose poems.Most of my prose poems are romantic. They express my lyrical emotions erupting from my heart. My other prose poems refer to the history of my nation. This collection also includes my philosophical prose poems. The title The Queen of Metaphors shows that my creative works are rich in metaphors.
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