ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan

ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan Poems

Twisted metal bones
Wounded wooden flesh
No blood…
But bloody visions
...

Falling asleep I fall down beneath
To a door that is made of beating flesh
A long corridor
A lot of doors
...

What or when,
Time was sleeping then
And my conscious was unconscious
Then came those footsteps,
...

Cloaking her enigmatic face
Filled with green emotions,
In a crowd of clouds and gods
The tree stayed in the peak alone
...

ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan Biography

hails from a very rural village of kollam district in Kerala, Aneesh belongs to a middle class family. Graduated in Physics and Post graduated in Public administration, he started writing poems at the age of 14. At first it was in his mother tongue Malayalam.Later he turned to English also.Now he is pursuing a research career in administration along with dreams of getting published.)

The Best Poem Of ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan

Windows

Twisted metal bones
Wounded wooden flesh
No blood…
But bloody visions
And above
Covers the glass
Smooth stained skin
Deep and opaque
Like the smiles.

Distilled sighs draws
Pictures of many in the glass
Deep inside the thoughts
Soul performs the purgatorial scenes.

She was outside
Calling out my name in vain
She knew I wont open
And I knew she wont stop
Between the thoughts and morns
In the chest of pain and composure
There was the rain
Callous, cold and hard

I did not saw, her tears,
Dissolved in raindrops
She did not saw mine too
For the glass was deep and wet
Like the meaningless words I roared,

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