Stormy Lullaby

I could smell it all,

the dust, ashes and

the ghosts of Mehrauli...

This raging storm 

— the summer kind —

awakened 'em all tonight,

a li'l past midnight.

But all I sensed was the stench

from the rotten, sinful

human spirit yonder.

 

Oh, stop shuddering

my timid window, my heart,

this is but temporary...

Permanence is in the other

tempest, the face of reality;

the one that makes the wind

seem a better man than men.

It exudes love,

allows my wind chime to sing,

and my daughter to sleep.

-- Leslie Xavier

Dusty Portrait

These fine lines

on a black canvas:

Spaced by fate and summer,

by heartless strokes

from petrol-driven

blunt brushes made of rubber.

The sensuous, sexual curves

your lips smudge, erase and shift,

again n again,

through breaths from the inferno,

from the deserted soul

that lies beyond

this rude State

I visit to earn my bread.

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