No more reasons to work onThere is nothing left to defendTo defend us, humanity, humilityNothing to clinch either for hopeEvery smile, confident gesturesThe shaking of powerful handsPromises made behind secret dealsAnd those breaking news world wideThe narratives, settling heinous plansFalse accusations to defend the liesMedia trials and media cover-upsTo hide the crimes, saving the criminals…

Fortunately, I never readOthers’ mind, never…People, who circle around meI know every detailOf their mannerisms, andHow they behaveI know the secretsHow they ignore someoneHow they recognize otherI know their ambitionsThe targets, they run afterThe success they try to earnFortunately, I never readOthers’ mind, never…People, who circle around me…

Whoever knows Him wellWhoever believes Him alwaysWhoever follows Him everywhereAll of them are welcomeTo preach anything they likeTo consecrate their disciplesBut for me, I have a simple dreamWatching Him, coming to me AloneAt least for a handshake, or justExtending His Bliss like a ‘Mother’…©NilavroNill 30th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Did you find Him, ever?Someone asked me onceWith a devotional smileA smile rare, but existentialA smile with too many ifs and butsA smile beyond apprehensionsAnd surprisingly I wasn’t sureI never asked myself, did IFind Him in my life? In my soul?Did I even bother to find Him!©NilavroNill 29th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Millions believed He was thereAmong them, with them, And they need nothing elseOnly I stayed with myselfExpecting some miraclesWaiting for the divine appearanceI thought He knew me well‘He would call me Himself’I was too certain, too ignorantToo stubborn, too blind…©NilavroNill 28th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

What would He think of meA man, clinging to doubtsA man, asking questionsWhat would He think of meA man, believes in logicA man, accepts only the truthsWhat would He think of meA man, remains truthful to himselfA man, prefers wisdom over faithA man, finds himself alone with nothingness ©NilavroNill 27th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Whenever I try to recall HimI feel completely at a lossNo memories, no albums Not a single word of assuranceNot a single word of consolationNot a single word of accusationStill, I try to follow the scripturesFollow the words of the ProphetsFollow the shadows of the pilgrimageAnd even following my own steps…©NilavroNill 26th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

I was preparing all dayAs it was important to writeThe letter addressing Him It had become too difficultTo fall in love and rejoiceTo remain faithful every timeI was doubtful, honestlyDid He ever fall in love?Did He know, how it feelsTo be stabbed, behind the back?©NilavroNill 25th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Something is wrong with usFrom ignorance to hypocrisyFrom faith to skepticism Something is wrong with Him tooFrom overconfidence to inactionFrom wisdom to detachmentEverything else remains unresolvedFrom war and peace to love and hateFrom sanity to chaos, oath to betrayalAnd we are waiting for Him, not for us…©NilavroNill 24th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Is He older than the oldestIs He younger than the youngestAlive or dead Universe…?Does He Himself know His age?Is He bound by time, or EternalBeyond space beyond time…?When I was a child, I thoughtHe too was born today,Sharing the same birthday…Happy Birthday to you Dear…©NilavroNill 23rd December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Waiting again for His callIf ever He would answer!Too many questions, waitingWar or peace! Which oneLife or death! Which oneSavior or murderer! WhomWhom He want to forgive! The Warlords?What He want to gain! More power?How He faces the people, humiliatedHow He consoles the souls, killed…©NilavroNill 22nd December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

I have seen Him every nightLimping awkwardly -in the silent tearsOf those mothers with the dead childrenI have seen Him every morningLimping awkwardly -in the blank eyesOf those homeless orphans He was even there with those-Amputees, limping awkwardlyTo regain the HomelandBetween the riv^r and the s^a…©NilavroNill 20th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Reading the ScripturesWords, lines, punctuationsAnd the make-believe idealsDesperately trying hardTo match everythingWith everyday headlines…Looking deep into the eyesOf men, women, known unknownHoping to find someone like HimThe creator, the savior, the eternal lover…©NilavroNill 19th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Somehow, I was certainI knew Him well; even Better than the ProphetsAs I often dreamt of HimEither with the eyes closedOr open, looking inwardsObviously, we used to talk a lotExchanging ideas and opinionsBeliefs and doubts, hope and anguishBut He too knew little about the destiny…©NilavroNill 18th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

I saw Him in the middleOf the heavy bombardmentWithin the whirlwind of fireballsI saw Him standing erect Infront of the destructionsOf belief, faith, and confidenceWith the dead bodies aroundWith the scattered limbs, bloodsBurnt ashes of human fleshesHe felt quite helpless, clueless, bewildered ©NilavroNill 17th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Last night I saw HimWalking in my dreamNot alone, but with me…As usual, He kept His silenceAs we were discussing everythingFrom beliefs to the ultimate truthI thought He was listeningAll my arguments, attentivelyAnd I saw His confused eyesSearching for something divine!©NilavroNill 16th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

He didn’t know the truthNever imagined, never foresawNeither expected the end gameHe was too romantic like poetsToo moralistic like the hermitsToo optimist like ardent devoteeSince then, He lost everythingRomanticism, optimism, all faithsAnd His stubborn belief in mankind,Everyday He is witnessing us…©NilavroNill 14th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

In the beginningThere was nothingNot even the GodAfter the end There will be nothingNot even the GodIn the middleEverything is uncertainBoth for Him and for meOnly the dilemma of confused souls©NilavroNill 14th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Stars were all gone andThe night was dark, like-The abyss of time eternalHis hands were tremblingNot in fear but in confusionNot unlike me either, He tooFelt the trauma of being lostLost in the midst of nowhereLost without having any clueLost without any distant hope…©NilavroNill 13th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Suddenly I saw Him, standing aloneLike a statue, into the whirlwind With pale eyes, lifeless glancesI didn’t know what to say, orHow to greet Him cordiallyEven if He recognized me or notI thought, He was tired and exhaustedEven too old to react or responseOr too experienced with earthly affairsToo depressed to expect anything from me…©NilavroNill 12th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

It was bombing all nightEverything else was quietEven beyond the horizonI was feeling quite nervousHe too was shivering in fearHe was too old, too weakI tried my best to help HimHe tried His best to survive He was horrified in shame, only-The scriptures didn’t record all these…©NilavroNill 11th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

No, not only I. Everybody elseWalking alone or together withThe ardent belief, evergreen faithWalking through the eternal tunnelWalking through the same experienceWalking through the ultimate dreamBut what about Him, the Almighty? For whom everyone is running afterWill He be there at the end of everything?Or is it only the tunnel itself, nothing beyond…©NilavroNill 7th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

In the middle of the eternal dilemmaSailing alone, since eternitySince the beginning of everythingUnlike anyone else, even unlike HimI have nothing to hide, nothing to showOnly the naked soul, in desperationBeyond imaginations, beyond parallelBeyond insights or even apprehensionsOnly my soul, alone into the nothingnessWaiting desperately to find Him, at least…©NilavroNill 5th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Like the memory of descending stepsLike the boundary of ascending hopesLike the experience of circular daysUnlike the dead words of the scripturesUnlike the dumb rituals of blind faithsUnlike the broken chords of ancient mythsHere I am, within the eternal dream, infiniteWithin eternal flux of superfluous hypothesis Within infinite truth, unfathomable, unfamiliar Yet waiting for the supreme Bing like Him…©NilavroNill 4th December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro

Not all words were HisToo many of them hadNothing to do with HimToo many of them knewNothing about Him orHow to describe HimEvery time I tried to findFew words only for HimEvery time I lost HimEvery time He left in silence!©NilavroNill 1st December 2025 NilavroNill Shoovro