A 'tribute' to Kurt Cobain


Native of the Nocturnal Regime

Nocturnal desires nourished in pain,
Solitude keeping company, but in vain;
The vow of celibacy totally forgotten upon,
And forbidden pleasures secretly embraced upon.

Secondary strings attached pull my six strings,
The cells flourish with 'teen spirits',
Contagious agony of lifelessness I solitarily hymn,
Yet I thrive for that nonchalant theme.

Fame shadows me even along the deserted lanes,
Disgrace is perhaps what I deserve best;
Tantalising temptations of infamy subtly subdue me,
Swiftly the serpents choke the true Me.

The trematode of love bogs me further down,
The ailment of broken integrity holds its crown;
The constellation of chaos glooms my cherished heaven,
And beckoning me was sorrow's cavern.

The colossal grieves overwhelm me,
Nocturnal pleasures scream, "Hail thee",
Now I endorse them as my sole company,
And I call out, "Me, a native of thy country".




Poetry by Nibir Mahanta
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Written on 2011-08-09 at 14:33

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