Biography of Leslie Xavier
I am a journalist by profession. Over here I'm attempting to express my personal thoughts and experiences in verses...
Leslie Xavier Poems
From Brutus With Love
It hurts when you know that trust is something you can't get. The great Julius Caesar didn't and so was the fate of many before and after him. When kindness, love, concern and honesty get interpreted as weakness, they rise and stab you from behind at the first possible chance and then leave you to bleed, a sad painful death. At least Brutus finished off the King fast, some mercy. But will I be spared from the pain... No, I think... They say the King of Rome,
With A Virgin...
A lazy touch and it all began, her passions ignite in a welcome shiver. In a soft husky voice she opens the door, baby take me down that winding road.
I Miss My Green Meadow
It's amazing! But when you are left all alone, you can only look back, and cherish the moments spent under the sun, in that green Meadow... The season's shifted I guess, with it the landscape too.
No Binge Benefits Here
I turned and walked; left, away from the shade. Sun burnt my back, walk turned brisk; towards the only place here,
Just Words And Pen Left For Me...
Was there for them all; me, who couldn’t stop feeling, who wouldn’t stop worrying, and couldn't stop crying for them;
Sometimes, yeah just at times, moments after strike of the hammer, the cuffed heart to the gallows, and then the quick reviews and thoughts,
The Dead Baby
Two months and a little more, her pending first birthday. Day she made the convenient wail, for a week's loan of love.
The pain up my spine, through to the emote seat. The burden so huge, from baggage a couple months,
My Madonna Of Santhome
The lady greets with the warmest of smiles, as if she’s saying, I know you boy. I stand charmed in front of her, awe struck by her beauty and grace.
Poor Man's Lullaby
Remember how you slipped off, into dreamland with all the peace. Remember how I sang for you, as you dozed off, saying goodnight that day.
Pain In The Tale
What will it take, I wonder; to get all of 'em to realise. That I ain't sinister, I ain't bad; I ain't a pain either, but none hears my tale.
It's all my fault, I agree; my insecure heart making me fret. I worry about what won't be, about losing you to the miles.
Was singing out loud for a change, I was off to Kochi, where my roots run deep. Looking around in the train I thought, who’s here more happy than me.
Down Where I Belong
Yesterday I waited there by the dusty road, noon lashing whips on my scarred body. My heart shedding tears – of joy and pain, as my body gets drained – spirits and the water within.
The younger one follows him,
sparks of faith, trust and hope in her eyes.
Things which could only come,
through years, a score, of being around.
It's not the face she reads,
but also the person's thoughts;
who else could get it right,
who else other than his sister own.