Leslie Xavier

Rookie (27-03-1980 / Kochi)

Leslie Xavier Poems

1. Poisoned Amethyst 7/6/2009
2. Me In Hiding 7/6/2009
3. Luz And Love 7/13/2009
4. Ms. Solitude 7/13/2009
5. 'Kid' Of Pop 7/13/2009
6. It's Dark Again... 7/29/2009
7. Magic Words 7/29/2009
8. Lost In Transit 7/29/2009
9. Hallowed One 8/3/2009
10. I'M Broke 8/3/2009
11. La Cupid De Marina 8/16/2009
12. Sun-Day 8/16/2009
13. My Cloud Nine 8/16/2009
14. Ode To Heba 8/16/2009
15. Longitudinal Solitude 8/16/2009
16. Full To The Brim 8/16/2009
17. Vembanad Love 8/16/2009
18. Sweet N Sour 8/16/2009
19. Dog Biscuits 8/16/2009
20. Wet Longings 8/16/2009
21. Nine Beats And A Bit... 9/25/2009
22. That Old House... 9/25/2009
23. I Snooze, I Dare! 9/25/2009
24. The Beauty Beyond 9/25/2009
25. Rain Amour... 9/25/2009
26. Eagle's Wings 9/25/2009
27. Enchanted Elliots! 9/25/2009
28. Swine Watch 9/25/2009
29. Witchcraft! 9/25/2009
30. Nether-Vision 9/25/2009
31. Onam Lunch 9/25/2009
32. Love Canvas 9/25/2009
33. Oasis Lost 4/24/2009
34. Thy Name Is Woman 4/24/2009
35. Care-Free; But Why Me? 4/24/2009
36. Dew Drops 4/24/2009
37. My Elixir So Special 4/24/2009
38. Gone With A Whistle 4/24/2009
39. The Lesser Me! 4/24/2009
40. Remember The Book Buddy! 4/24/2009

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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,
covered his face; resigned to his fate;
gave up his fight, seeing a face in the mob;
shattered by the thought; ...

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Thy Name Is Woman

Think of it, the world never leaves us with any time to rest. It revolves, evolves and the cycle of creation and ‘re-creation’, which also involves a fair bit of destruction, has left us huffing and puffing, just trying to keep pace. It has been happening since eternity, scary right.
We humans call ourselves ‘masters of this world’ now, a title we earned through our race’s perseverance amidst the earth’s unending supply of life-enriching gifts as well as its life-changing and punishing ways of

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