Nirvana (Short Prose)

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed for hundreds
of centuries since man ever stepped on this planet

…. perhaps since forever.

A place so infringed where all desires clearly penned and
gravely restrained before it to achieve… a mere belief, are
reluctantly but willfully discarded
by those that wish for eternal bliss.

Some blindly walk the path; others are like puppets
to their settled functioning. Some reason pragmatism
with spirituality. They pursuit belief with a reason…
“It is a way of life”.

Way of life indeed … but can there be a liberal choice
where one decides destiny for himself. How can they
reason pragmatism with spirituality?
Are we just born lucky? Is it the religion that writes
our destinies or the faith derived from it?

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed
for hundreds of centuries

…. only death can distinguish all fallacies.

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