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The Penfreak Poem
i was just thinking, what if i die...
What if the clock stops, for this PenFreak guy...
What if the brightest sun, for me will be dark...
What if i loose...my heart beat spark...
What's if my name, will no more have meaning...
'll you come to see me off, the day i'll be leaving...
'll you just be the same, as you are today...
or 'll your heart weep...tears roll out, May
'll you remember the time we spent, the fun we had together...
the desires we shared, the dreams we saw, that's now for me is shattered...
'll i still be in your contact list
now even when am dead...
'll you still celebrate my birthday...and ask for the day's bread (treat)...
Mom-Dad, just like my childhood glaze....
'll you still gift me that of my favorite shoe...
Pals, just like our teenage...
'll i still be tagged in a photo of you...
Siss...just like our old days...
will i still get those angry looks...that am about to receive now...
Bros...just like my growing phase...
Will you still hold me...the time i'll feel down...
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yoll do'nt worry...
after my death...i'll visit god...
i'll go steal his sceptre rod...
n throw it to you...
that rod, his power...
you'll be blessed i bet... in form of shower...
you'll then win without any strife...
i'll be watching ya mates...
but from my AFTERLIFE..!!
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The Penfreak Poem
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”
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The Penfreak Poem
I wish, i could be there
with you baby on
beach ,
counting and makin
shapes out of those big
black clouds....
I wish, i could be there
with you baby, playing
up with your wet messy
hairs,
combing them up n
again tangling them with
my these fingers....
I wish, i could be dere
with you baby, in this
sunny mornin...
We would be enjoying n
playing every moment
just as playful
dolphins....
I wish, i could be there
with you baby.....
In this rain, i wish i
could kiss you on those
rosy cheeks...
I wish i could be dere,
to smell your sweet
aura,
to feel those wet red
lips, to hold your soft,
cozy palm...
You touched me n said,
all's well....
Oh gal, the moment was
soothing n calm...
Oh baby, if i were there,
i would put you against
the wall...
Slide my hands then
roun your waist...
pull you up a little...
Hold one of legs by that
thigh...
I would Feel your warm
breath...
Your raised pulse-beat
look into that black-
brown eyes....
letting the moment's
silence reply to my
query...
Would hav' my
answer..... n then...
I would KISSSSS you...
Kiss you till takes
myself away from me...
Kiss you till my breath,
my lips,
my life is merged with
yours...
Oh sweetheart, i just
want to kiss you...
Oh gal, i just need to
kiss you...
Oh baby, i wish if i
could just KISSSSS
you... ?
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The Penfreak Poem
Whenever i write...
I dont know, what would the next line be like
Neither do I think for the title...
yet i write...
because when i write...
its like being in a place never been before...
its like Seeing a sight never seen before...
its like holding a hand never held before...
its like Feeling the warmth never felt before...
I write...to make myself happy, to make my heart feel good....
i feel that world is mine, and there be i should...
Some call me crazy, some call me nerd...
But trust me, its like hearing a song yet unheard...
its like speaking a truth yet unspoken...
its like breaking a nap, which is already broken...
where i am centre, i am periphery...
i am sad and i am merry...
where i am god and i am slave...
having nothing hath an enclave...
just take this as piece of evidence...
i dont think it makes any sense...
yet i wrote it long and brief....
to fulfill my desire, n cull out my grief...!!!
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