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ഒരു രാഗം

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MistThe misty crest of Munnar melting apartin to clouds, sky and oceanIt becomes whiter and whiter resemblingthe ever-depressing sense of separation and gets toned down in showersIn the township, the mist is both spiritual reliefand refreshing for the touristsAmong the tall eucalyptus soldierswho are yet to wake up from dreams,the clusters of mist become puzzlesThe epic expanse of the mist escorts the well disciplinedregiment of tea plants parading on the slopes The eucalyptus trees are like sentriesin the sacred woods ofeternal loveThe echo-point in the woodskeep on reverberating the words,“I love you”The wings of swans vanishbidding adios The nuptials of affectionsdig tunnels into the pastwhere carcasses of forbidden love lie scatteredThe packets of“tata tea”,the invisible embraces of Kannan Devan hills stretching out from the greenslopes of MunnarThe abstractness of memoriesvomited by pain andthe glistening wilds which wipe away the fearsome grief Now there is only mist,th…

ഒരു രാഗം

photo :mk

MistThe misty crest of Munnar melting apartin to clouds, sky and oceanIt becomes whiter and whiter resemblingthe ever-depressing sense of separation and gets toned down in showersIn the township, the mist is both spiritual reliefand refreshing for the touristsAmong the tall eucalyptus soldierswho are yet to wake up from dreams,the clusters of mist become puzzlesThe epic expanse of the mist escorts the well disciplinedregiment of tea plants parading on the slopes The eucalyptus trees are like sentriesin the sacred woods ofeternal loveThe echo-point in the woodskeep on reverberating the words,“I love you”The wings of swans vanishbidding adios The nuptials of affectionsdig tunnels into the pastwhere carcasses of forbidden love lie scatteredThe packets of“tata tea”,the invisible embraces of Kannan Devan hills stretching out from the greenslopes of MunnarThe abstractness of memoriesvomited by pain andthe glistening wilds which wipe away the fearsome grief Now there is only mist,th…

ഒരു രാഗം

photo :mk

MistThe misty crest of Munnar melting apartin to clouds, sky and oceanIt becomes whiter and whiter resemblingthe ever-depressing sense of separation and gets toned down in showersIn the township, the mist is both spiritual reliefand refreshing for the touristsAmong the tall eucalyptus soldierswho are yet to wake up from dreams,the clusters of mist become puzzlesThe epic expanse of the mist escorts the well disciplinedregiment of tea plants parading on the slopes The eucalyptus trees are like sentriesin the sacred woods ofeternal loveThe echo-point in the woodskeep on reverberating the words,“I love you”The wings of swans vanishbidding adios The nuptials of affectionsdig tunnels into the pastwhere carcasses of forbidden love lie scatteredThe packets of“tata tea”,the invisible embraces of Kannan Devan hills stretching out from the greenslopes of MunnarThe abstractness of memoriesvomited by pain andthe glistening wilds which wipe away the fearsome grief Now there is only mist,th…