Poems by NilavroNill Shoovro

Poems by NilavroNill Shoovro


How Can One Write…

Sitting behind, looking ahead
Blank glances have taken over
Both the eyes, since long

Stroking through the keyboard
Like the musician, lost the tune
Feeling helpless even with the keys

The clock will be ticking on
Every second inside the brain
Without any pause, taking rest

Pending works remain unfinished
Responsibilities duties and promises
Everything seems too superfluous

Old poems with the failed words, and
Broken lines, mimicking relentlessly
Love and passions, emotions too…

No, no more poems ever again
How can one write, poems again?
She’ll never read those anymore…

4thAugust’ 2022



Pushing through

The Frantic mob
Trying hard to clear the front
Stretching the eyes wide open
It was the time of confusion

It was the era of delusion
It was the epoch of deception
It was the period of perturbation
Putting the ears

To the ground
Trying to feel the vibrations
Counting the footfalls around
There were too many idiots

There were too many simpletons
There were too many old foxes
There were too many liars
Waiting for someone

Armed with the final truth,
Keeping the only faith alive
Believing in the last miracle
Nobody had the confidence

Nobody had the courage
Nobody had the vision
Nobody had the solutions

6th August’ 2022



Running Commentary

Sound of the wind
Waves of the sea
Stretching of the oceans
Beyond the reach…

Late afternoon fatigues
Early morning plans
Burning of the desires
Around the nights…

Curtains of the stage
Backdrops of the plots
Writings of the scripts
Inside the dreams…

Islands of the individuals
Distances of the minds
Staging of the conflicts
Within the ego…

Evolutions of the mask
Betrayal of the promise
Marching of the agonies
With the experience…

Alphabets of the innocents
Invitations of the fools
Writings of the poems
In spite of everything…

5th August’ 2022