Nirvana

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I looked around,
To heavy dust swirling.
Behind me, the air brown,
Like ghost of sands chasing.
So I run for cover,
But never ends the road
And there is no corner
Of green and angel abode.

I see a turn ahead,
But I am not sure.
If should I, cleverly escape
Or suffer for a cure.
So, I changed my path
Treaded away from vision.
And there the nimbus laid
Floating against a shining sun,
A shoot pierced up,
A river embraced the pour;
I filled my shuddering cup
Despite the hunger restored.

I choose to rest
Take my time to move,
Hide myself from the pest
That I cannot remove.

'There is a heaven',

I assured my encumbered mind
Kept waiting at the end,
If I can win it against the time.

Time never waits
Like an eternal river it flows.
Respite is a tempting bait.
Those who refuse, rose.

The clothes wear out,
Reality fades, edifices disappear.
Fades away the cloud,
Into the vault of filthy fears.
The pain recedes,
Happiness beckons, from precipices;
The gust of a redeeming wind,
Carries me away, against all clichés.
I see cherubs fly.
I hear angels, merrily sing
Because whatever money can't buy,
Is what we were missing.

©himadri_chekanidhara

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