Nilgiri Hills

Fixing his nook,he settled with ease in a paradise called ,”The Nilgiris”

He played to the notes of violin

With night dissolving into deep silence

His music touched the edge of 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 splendor

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 memories of the “Love”

they made in each other’s solitude

which never let fade it’s magnitude

He played his each other’s solitude in a paradise called “The Nilgiris.”

Categories Hills, Music, Nilgiris, Poem, ViolinTags , , , ,

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