His muse..Violin..

Choosing his nook which was a paradise in the hills of Nilgiris,

He played to the notes of violin.

With night melting into deep silence

And music spreading as far as the darkness.

He played looking at the music sheet

Under the stars shining, piercing bright.

The sheet frolicked merrily on the cardamom hills, turning the silence into heavenly splendour.

The music sheet was all about her or was it “Her” imprinted on a plain paper

Whose notes when he played,

Every bit turned spectacular.

Encompassing him with the memories of “The Love” they made in solitude

Which never let fade the magnitude.

He played his violin…in solitude.

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