Is Everything Fair in Love and War?

                






             


                Is the well known saying sound

That everything is fair in love and war?

Perhaps in war it holds water

when you are out to vanquish

and eliminate your enemy

There isn’t any moral bar!

So it goes in pseudo democratic combats

You battle to rob victory in the election

And trample your enemy

By all means, fair or foul

And seat yourself on the throne

No defect of yours is held dereliction!

Is it true in the realm of love,

Where self-sacrifice is the norm?

You never will injure the beloved;

Never wish the harm of the one you love

You desire victory and glory for the other

No, love assumes never a selfish form!

No, love is not envious of the other

Love is never cruel, love is kind

It doesn’t find faults and condemn

Its forgives and blesses even the foe

Oh, love can never be clubbed with war

In love, the very Godhead you find!

Xavier Bage

Fri, Dec 01, 2017

A Message from Morning Star

I saw the smiling morning star

Above the silhouetted trees;

Sending its cool rays silently

Upon the earth’s fields and leas;

And into my inquiring eyes.

To my bed I went with questions

Without answers did I wake;

Dawn to dusk, night to morning

The grounds of my mind I rake;

No replies come to my whys!

I hear a distant voice from afar

Floating to me on the rays near;

Let your being relax and rest

In God’s kind hands without fear;

In His bosom lie your soul’s cries.

Some days I’m called Morning Star

To Evening Star some days I’ll turn;

I am a vagabond planet, not a star

        To face the fireball, to singe and burn;

        My meaning in creation that flies!

          

        Xavier Bage

        Wed, 29 November 29, 2017

Holy Season Advent is Dawned

 

The faint light in the east horizon

Tells a new day is being born;

The night has been dark and cold

But happy tidings come with morn.

Fog fills the somnolent pastures

And the wind may be sharp and wild;

The fading leaves fall to the earth

But they also herald a Savior Child.

 November is waving a good bye

While December is nigh to begin;

The holy season Advent is dawned

To dispel our earthly sorrow and sin.

Hear the birds and the angels sing

For the creator has given them voice;

Can we hide in silence to mourn

When we’re blest with better choice?

The darkness may win some battles

But it can never ever win the war;

For good God is always victorious

And the whole universe is His by far!

Xavier Bage

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

The Unemployed Dog and Me

We meet at the roadside

Outside the school gate.  I find her

Snuffling, smelling, shuffling up and down,

Searching for crumbs

From the school children’s tiffin snacks

And sometimes, just relaxing curled

In Vodafone O position!

I lift my right feet

She places her paw on it

We forget the mad vehicles zooming beside

As we spend some minutes together

Speaking to each other, in a language

Only we two understand

About our life’s pains and crumbs it gives!

She has no house to call her own

No master or mistress, to call her by name

To hug and cuddle her.

She sleeps in the corner

Under the shed, outside the sand shop

After eating leftovers thrown away

By the truck drivers and their handymen!

I have never given her any food

Not even two biscuits from the Charity’s bakery

Yet we’ve found friendship in each other

As we are similar in many respects

The unemployed dog and me

We’ve perceived reflections of each other

Within us; and hugged as friends!

Xavier Bage

Mon, 27 Novmber 2017

I Will Not Open My Windows

“In the forest of my sacred land

There will be only one kind of tree

The Ficus Religiosa, my favorite tree

Won’t it be nice and tidy?

To have only one kind of tree

All lined and planted at equal distance

Like our soldiers ready for a parade!

All other trees of other species

I will cut down;
their saplings I will uproot!

I’ll keep only one kind of flower

In my flower garden,

The only flower I like to see blooming

Flowers of other species I’ll not tolerate

Even if they sprout naturally in the soil!

Won’t it be thrilling to my eyes to see

My desired kind of flower in my land?

I’ll arrange the flower beds, as I wish

And the pools in my garden, as I want.

I hate varieties and diversities!

I hear people say, “Variety is the flavor of life.”

Pure humbug and falsehood!

Only one kind of food all my life.

I will dress  myself in only one kind of linen

I’ll keep in my mind
only my kind of thoughts

No, I’ll not open my windows.

Winds will bring different thoughts

Than what I hold close to my chest.

Winds blowing in from other climates
My nose abhors them
They stink like rotten garbage

No, don’t tell me to open my windows.

I will not, for all the black money

Returned to the treasury!

Xavier Bage

Fri, 24 November 2017