The Arch of Heaven

This morning I saw hope

Written large on the sky

When the night ran west                         

the arch beaconed on high.

The arch signaled from high

When  hymns from trees rose

On my heart I savored joy

as heaven’s voices sang close.

I was lifted above though

I stood on the hard earth

Softly within my tender soul

A new me has taken birth.

Xavier Bage

Mon, July 11, 2016

The Earthen Lamp

The sun is about to return home

A fateful night is about to fall

Darkness descends to rule us

Until the morning birds call

My life may set with the disc

Or with midnight Hunter’s rise

With leaning Scorpion perhaps

Or may spring a happy surprise

Until then my mind is mobbed

With whirlwinds of thought

My children, my wealth, my plan

The houses and land I bought

Who will inherit the empire?

My children who are not mine?

Their spouses who farther stand?                    

My mind’s made, what’s will divine?

None is worthy to follow me

None noble well for the throne

Will my ideals, visions, dreams

With my departure die be gone?

To whom shall I pass in peace

The torch that burns in me?

Who will shine the light I lit

In times future for all to see?

“If it pleases you entrust me,”

Says a humble lamp earthen

“I mayn’t burn as brightly as you

In humble way, I’ll carry on.”

Xavier Bage

Sat, July 09, 2016

The Haunted Railway Station

 

The railway station of Begunkodar

Is shut, many know, for years

It is haunted by a female ghost

Whose apparition has instilled shivers

She is seen near the station

Sometimes walking on the tracks

The white clad lady glides around

In the station that in staff lacks

A station master and a gateman

Met their death in manner strange

Since then the place has acquired

A name awesome beyond range

For fear of life no station master

Agrees to be here on prime post

Railway men make extreme excuses

To avoid playing host to the ghost

With Ayodhya hill behind, the station

Presents an amply eerie scene

No travelers you’d see on platforms

If through this station you’ve been

Creepers and shrubs freely grow

In the rooms animals roam at night

Trains still pass to west and fro

The drivers wary of the lady in white

Xavier Bage

Tues, 05 July 2016

Angels in Rain

It has been raining all night

Sometimes less, sometimes more

Little lakes have formed in the meadow

The trees are drenched to the core.

Though the pour has relented a while

The sky still wears the gloomy garment

By the looks of Varun, the rain god,

the showers will resume the torment.

The recess is a time good enough

In my groovy garden outside

Chorusing winged angels have descended

On all possible branches they ride.

Singing they are hymns after hymns

Of gratitude, worship and praise

Can I remain oppressed by my gloom

Failing my heart to raise?

Their faces are drenched like clouds

Their feathers like lakes

Their voices betrays a shiver

The merciless torrent makes.

They must have bore the dark

Hours and minutes in sufferings and sighs

Yet before the sun has steeped

They are ringing the silent skies.

Conveying to the earth of mine

Tidings divine

Angels sublime

Pristine!

Xavier Bage

Tues, July 05, 2016

What's in Your Basket?

What’s in your basket, O morning?

What’s it do you bring?

Will you make the day mourn?

Will you make it sing?

Do you bring a celebration?

Is it fulfillment of hope?

Are there wrapped in glaze

Chaotic winds that grope?

The cock has crowed joyfully

And woken up the dreams

Step out to breathe in air

Beside fresh flowing streams.

Hear the symphony of birds

On the rapt mango groves

See the rays rising in the east

On the creatures God loves.

Raise your face up in joy

In trust lift your heart high

The Lord can melt your mountains

Though they’re heaped to sky.

Xavier Bage

July 03, 2016