ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan Poems

Twisted metal bones
Wounded wooden flesh
No blood…
But bloody visions
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Falling asleep I fall down beneath
To a door that is made of beating flesh
A long corridor
A lot of doors
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What or when,
Time was sleeping then
And my conscious was unconscious
Then came those footsteps,
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Cloaking her enigmatic face
Filled with green emotions,
In a crowd of clouds and gods
The tree stayed in the peak alone
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