Leslie Xavier

Rookie (27-03-1980 / Kochi)

Leslie Xavier Poems

81. They Belong Here! 11/15/2009
82. Pseudo Crush 11/15/2009
83. A Ton Of Insult 11/15/2009
84. Departure Lines 11/15/2009
85. Old Lyrical Promise 11/15/2009
86. The Interweave! 11/15/2009
87. Volumetry Genius! 11/15/2009
88. Embedded Lethargy 1/18/2010
89. Lost Apology 1/18/2010
90. Brand Canyon 1/18/2010
91. School Friend 1/18/2010
92. The Walk! 1/18/2010
93. Dream Lover 1/18/2010
94. Debt Perception! 1/18/2010
95. Mad Dog 1/18/2010
96. Weekday Love 1/18/2010
97. Microwaved Sex 1/18/2010
98. Angel Eyes 1/18/2010
99. Hangover Commute 1/23/2010
100. Transfer Season 1/23/2010
101. The Lunar Circle 1/23/2010
102. The Mushy Octet! 1/23/2010
103. Ides Of December 1/23/2010
104. Fast Forward! 1/23/2010
105. Easterlies There, Sisterlies Here! 1/23/2010
106. Lift Of Faith 1/23/2010
107. The Silver Lining! 1/23/2010
108. The Missing Link! 1/23/2010
109. Foetal Curl! 1/23/2010
110. Keep On Smiling... 6/30/2009
111. Just Words And Pen Left For Me... 6/30/2009
112. No Binge Benefits Here 6/30/2009
113. Dead Lift 1/18/2010
114. The Dead Baby 11/15/2009
115. Vandalized Friendship 11/15/2009
116. I Miss My Green Meadow 4/28/2009
117. From Brutus With Love 5/17/2009
118. With A Virgin... 9/25/2009

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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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