R I P Kurt

Legends live their life, off the track…. God give them things, in a different pack… Pack of pain…agony n dismay…. Which burns them hard n baptize through the way… Then they do something, which’s remembered till the end… N that’s what make you Kurt, an undead legend We know you had yor life, a life real bad… At age of just 5, your parents broke you sad… Never you got things... the way you wanted… N everybody who saw your ways, on your behavior they taunted…. We could see a heart Kurt, a heart full of pain… We could it in the spokesman… We could see it in Cobain… We know, never this world understood things you wanted to say… It’s funny that in your high school… They even called you ‘gay’…. Your own father never heard your moans… Your own mother threw you outta her home… Your own chick didn’t pick up your phone… N that’s made our Kurt …. all on his own… We know, everything you did was shown misinterpreted Your own family because of which got disintegrated…. Every decisions you made was told uncool… Every dreams you saw was declared of a fool… Every step you took was said a bad start… But man, every string you pulled….you ripped us apart… Your every song was like “that’s how I feel in life” We salute you Kurt, for the way you strived… We salute you Kurt, for those last days of blur… We love you Kurt, for the way you were…. They say, even legend’s are forgotten as time’s like a sand… But you’ll always be in our heart Kurt, you n your grunge band…. You are no more with us… All we have now, are reminiscences of those days… All we have now, are your foul but innocent ways… All we have in our heart, are those songs of Nirvana… All we in our mind are those castles made of clays…. I aint sad Kurt, that you took yourself away so early, that you quit the game in b/w of play… That you left this world with a mocking smile… Coz you once said… “ITS BETTER TO BURN OUT…THAN TO FADE AWAY”