Leslie Xavier

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.
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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,
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Honestly thoughtful those words,
a rhyme, a song that will last.
Engaged and ready for life,
yes dear, I wish you love.
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I turned and walked;
left, away from the shade.
Sun burnt my back, walk turned brisk;
towards the only place here,
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Was there for them all;
me, who couldn’t stop feeling,
who wouldn’t stop worrying,
and couldn't stop crying for them;
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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.
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Two months and a little more,
her pending first birthday.
Day she made the convenient wail,
for a week's loan of love.
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The pain up my spine,
through to the emote seat.
The burden so huge,
from baggage a couple months,
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Sometimes, yeah just at times,
moments after strike of the hammer,
the cuffed heart to the gallows,
and then the quick reviews and thoughts,
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A tree of light, price a day's lunch,
brightens up his world.
A flicker among the million sparks,
but it's his Diwali on the streets,
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The master's at work,
six long years of inspiration,
landscape here, a portrait there.
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Something here I can't explain,
the birds or the mango tree.
The noon sun covering half of me,
or is it the breeze, cool as the sea.
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Nothing much, not even an effort,
at last a sober night, this one.
Shutting down the brewery tap,
with a thought and a call.
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Time warped to the good days,
no ties or lies pulling me,
from the serene reverie,
on the day He rested for good.
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Smog spreads down evening trail,
deliberate, indeed by you.
Ye wishes laid bare n flesh,
visage no more, no longer pure.
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Forged in fire, fierce and spicy,
litmus: Green to golden brown.
The eager eyes and bites,
corn does the flag pole bit,
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Stranger, he knocked again,
who's that my son? Mama asked.
I was at work - seemingly,
too busy to feel the words,
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Almost the final verses
of a weekly poetry recital!

The bones stiff, cells starved; missing
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A packed endless underbelly,
o'er, my cover the winding flyer.
But concrete coils can't keep me;
drawn out by the love song old,
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Pseudo intellect that girl,
the one with her back to the wall.

The child laughed this day,
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