Please allow me to share my sincerest appreciation and gratitude. Just wanted to let you know that I was nominated by Nish Pal for the Monday Rambles – One Lovely Blog Award. I am honored and humbled Nish Pal receive and accept your award.
Mihran of Mihran Kalaydjian ” Mino Piano Melodies”: Talented artist and man who is never miserly when it comes to encouraging and complimenting other bloggers and artists..a lovely person.
The purpose of the Award:
Monday is here, the beginning of a new week. Since Monday is all about Keeping It Short and Simple ( my version of KISS) and since this blog is called ‘The Showcase’ guess its time I revealed an award that has been standing proudly on my imaginary blog mantlepiece for a couple of weeks. Its high time I thanked my fellow bloggers who nominated me for the award and so here I go –
Nishi, thank you so much for the nomination and kind words. May God Bless you, let your future shine with health, joy and success.
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life’s Tragedy.
To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.
This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.
By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA
Consultant, Strategist, and Writer
I am on the passenger side,
Daydreaming to the sky
The day’s bright and full of life.. then
In a mile, I caught your sight
My heart starts beating triple times
The thing that I don’t know why
And the bus stopped for a while
Not long you’re in the seat behind
The music starts playing love songs
I get notion to have conversation
I love your eyes put in my direction,
I find my heart set in motion
We talk and talk while the road seems stretched,
The time runs slow till I reached my place
All was fantasy, I never noticed,
You wake me up, all eyes on my face.
(I wrote this poem from an experience when I was in a bus and caught sight of another passenger who had me wonderstruck! Well, other than that, I also have a deeper meaning with this poem!)