She is No More with Us

She is no more with us

O dear, she is no more

She has stepped across

She’s gone beyond the door

She has floated over

The threshold between life and death

No more we’ll be caressed

By her loving words and breath

Tapasi , O dearest of sisters

Why are we condemned to see the end

Of your loving presence with us

O heaven sent angelic  friend,

Tapasi, you were not from our blood but

You won a place into our hearts

Closest to our dearest heartbeats

Because you gave us the largest parts

Why didn’t you tell us when

You were laid to your life’s brink

When you lay in the hospital bed

Of seeing you why we fools didn’t think

When you decided to leave us

Why didn’t we walk to the roadhead

And stand together a few moments

Under the life’s sliding shed

Why weren’t we given a moment

to hug you to hold you near

Did Heaven think we were not

Able enough to bear the fear

We are told He does everything good

At the moment we don’t know

We pray with infant faith and hope

Your face to us a jiffy may He show!

Xavier Bage

Tues, 26 January 2016

Tapasi, one of our dearest friends, died of cancer on Sunday, 17 January last.

Why Be Glued to Mud When Stars Beacon

Where are you headed to?

Where do you wish to reach?

Is your destination appointed?

Are you in a journey of search?

O traveler, where exactly are you going?

 Or, are you like the wind blowing?

No, no, I don’t mean to prod

Into your life I don’t wish to encroach

Please don’t take me anyway amiss

A conversation I’d wish to broach

Dear friend, are you a wanderer?

Or, for others are you a pathfinder?

It is a precious life, the only one

Don’t you think you’d like to decide?

Whether you are squandering it

Or a road to somewhere you’d abide

Many travelers have reached heaven

Why be glued to mud while stars beacon?

Xavier Bage

Mon, Jan 25, 2016

The Foreteller's Warning

O Moonchild, O Moonchild,

Be on your guard

Dark days are coming

Horrendous and hard

O Moonheart, O Moonheart

They’re plotting your ruin

They are digging a pit

 to push and bury you within

O Moonlight, O Moonlight

Save yourself if you can

They possess power and money

To eliminate a living man

They have done it before

They will get it done again

 Selfish, ruthless, sans sympathy

Glad to give others pain

O Prophet, O Prophet

Prophesy not in this land

Don’t let your lamp shine

On it may fall sadistic sand

They sit close to the throne

Counseling the King’s ear

What can you do against

You penniless pauper seer

They're capable of throwing

You in the darkest death well

They have the skill in hands

To prove in suicide you fell

O Nazarene, O Nazarene

Grass received your first breath

A wooden scaffold they’ve  made

To give you a gift of death

O Moonchild, O Moonchild

 let nothing of this earth frighten

Your destiny is in His hands

Who in love has you begotten

O Moonchild, O Moonchild

Whatever may be the story

Today or tomorrow may be in sorrow

Yours will be the final victory!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, 21 January 2016.

The Mutilated Victim

She sits on the bed, her head between her knees

Silent she is but her posture speaks a volume

A dark cave it is where no ray of light she sees

What has been on her that has so broken her ?

What is the burden that has crushed her this way?

Tarry near her O heart, perhaps that would lighten her

 O sister, if you wish, of your silence speak to me

What is it that has robbed you of your happiness?

Perhaps I can't take your pain, with you let me be?

She lifts her dried up eyes and an empty face

Her lips quiver too injured to utter a word

The nurse shakes her head saying “a rape case!”

Oh! the satanic act that assaults human dignity

Hurts, injures and mutilates body, mind and soul

An act condemnable to hellfire to hopeless eternity

The utter degradation, the fathomless insulting feel

Some lustful male muscles have subjected her to

I can’t do much, O merciful Lord, do touch and heal!

Xavier Bage

Wed, 20 January 2016.

Thieves! Thieves!!

Thieves (Sorry, I don't mean any offense)!

They are such wonderful creatures!

Few other professions possess such romance!

Perhaps none other holds such pleasures!

They adorn the world everywhere

And in all ages of human history

Many are gone and lost in oblivion

Quite a few survive in magnificent memory

Quite many are glorified in haughty hymns

For the perfection they achieved in this art

While many preferred to remain unknown

For secrecy in this job is a valued part

People say all thieves are caught some time

To suffer the retribution of their crime

Nay, quite many live a thief and die as well

Without being traced for their acts sublime!

They can sprint like the Indian cheetah

 Like the sharp-eyed eagle in the sky soar

Jump over walls like the wily witch’s cat

And swim like salmons across a river’s roar

Robust doors don’t stop them a minute

Locks and safes docilely to them yield

 Kings of roads, princes of lanes and streets

Cities and villages all are their playfield

These charming artists begin their day’s work

When night’s blanket fall on the earth

When the sleepers snore in blanket’s warmth

And it’s time to rest also for the hearth

Many of them break the law happily

To follow the profession they love so

While many of them need offend none

They so well make a handmaid of the law

Some recline regally on the mattress of money

They've appropriated from the unfortunate

And point accusing finger on honest souls

Outrageous, wouldn’t you think in any state!

As the sun and the moon move in the firmament

Just as the oldest one this profession thrives

The God in heaven looks on the beautiful earth

While damning damaging doggedly the Devil drives!

Xavier Bage

Sat, Jan 16, 2016