THE DEEP  SECRET

NilavroNill

she was talking in undertone
like the old hermits of the
Buddhist Monastery

not to prove any algorithm
or to put forward hypothesis
of social revolution

she was there with her
gentle smile and her bare arms
moving like gentle breeze

not like the smiling  bureaucrats
shaking the cold hands
before the secret deals

she was looking around
along the time scale of eternity
like the twinkling stars

from the distant galaxies
around the summer nights;
serene, poised like the Pacific

her looks were quite different
from the performers
playing with the power

behind the closed doors
after the success of
summit meetings here and there

she was there engrossed in
deep collaboration with
the forthcoming embryos

like the painter over her canvas
playing with all the colours
to make one of her own

one without any blood spot
one without any inflicted pain
one without any human grief

THE BIRTH
NilavroNill

I am the only one, all alone
With none to be substituted.
I am the solace of the sufferers
Everywhere around everything.

I know the secret numbers
To unlock the mind.
I know the dark chamber
Of the soul in eternity.

I overwhelmed the waves of
Our history, surviving along
The time scale of nuisance
Standing ***** over the debris

Of beliefs from the time past
To the time future.
Circling Around all the lost hopes.
For I alone know the secret.

Beneath the surface reality
And above the virtual designs
Of hopes and aspirations.
Of anguish and humiliation.

I'm the sole witness  from the beginning-
Of the story to the never ending
Rituals of Eternity, day in and
Day out. All around the inside.

Stars will fade out.
Time will Pass.
Life will stop crying for-
The first breath of the fresh- Dawn. Yet I will be there.

For you, for you alone in a
Lonely world of peace and trust.
For the poetry of love-
Just in two eyes. For my birth!