Nirvanic silence

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Tuesday 26 August 2025

Nirvanic silence

The west wind swept my fragile joy away,

And left me wandering the valley of sorrow.

On the shoreline, joy lies drowned,

Its laughter silenced by the rising crest,

Where sorrow sails triumphant on the tide.

Night descends—

exalting the sanctity of despair,

a solemn hymn,

a lullaby for fading self-esteem.

The past, grown old,

boomerangs to haunt the present;

the future breathes only

in the trembling pulse of lucid dreams.

The brutal brunt of cremated ambition

scatters as ash upon the air.

Destiny, reduced to nonsense,

shadows me like a sleepwalker’s ghost.

Entangled in the whirlwind of reality,

I seek a door, a crack, a way beyond,

yet failure feels already foretold.

And Nirvana—

Nirvana never existed.

Author’s Note

This poem is a meditation on the search for peace in a world where hope often feels like an illusion. Nirvanic Silence does not celebrate the promise of liberation, but rather questions whether such freedom from suffering ever truly exists. It is a reflection of the soul’s struggle in the face of despair, where silence becomes both a refuge and a reminder of emptiness.

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