Leslie Xavier Poems

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 the ‘cycle of change’.
But we persevered and in some style, and the reason………
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I go visit the waves to wash my feet,
and with it the pains of a day.
Which began with songs so warm,
and midway turned cold as ice.
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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.
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We’d have met anyhow,
our paths have many a common lines.
But it was written, we’ll meet as strangers;
by the roadside, as business like as things could get.
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I sat there watching it turn to a spec at the distance and then I look around and see people, some going away, some coming but still going away from someone, something. While some wait for their turn... In the chaos I kneel and look up and ask... Why do they have to run away.


... As as the whistle blew, she flew;
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A daughter first, and then a lover;
the girl's pure as a flower.
She ain't gonna leave her roots;
to get me with all the loots.
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First day in a new ‘old’ school,
fears and all the childish whims.
I meet you and what ye do,
make sure I got the welcome cane.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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