Towards Nirvana

Memories falling like drops in the rain

Oh how I wish, I could refrain.

The past surrounds me in a haze

While the future yearns to be saved

As the present sets it ablaze.

Suddenly the lights start to fade,

The web of reminiscence falls apart as explodes the colonnade.

My jade soul starts leaving my terrene frame

Reminding me how it was desecrated and maimed.

Alas! I have left myself now.

I can see the grief that surrounds,

Watching them as I can’t resound.

I may not be alive but I do exist

Truth being that I was the arsonist

Who ignited the pyre.

This tale of woe continues-

Every time I become the arsonist of my new life

In my divine journey towards Nirvana...