A song for Nazneen

Nazneen is now juss a name. Shez taken more shapes that the white feather fairy herself. From being a soulmate, to a lustrous memory shez now become an ornament of mi song writings. Nazneen in reality was seldom there. She was the only temptation that I had and that made me what I am now. She was an existing form, an embodiment of my commitments and emotion towards a physical being. Shez now a thin cloud, a bright smoke that was never meant to stay. All that I know bout her now is the ignorant teenage boi that loved her. And its lost in oblivion. Days are despair. Evenings are eventful (sometimes) as they bring faces of familiar friends. Nights are nocturnal and long. The most difficult part of the existence. An acoustica gives a great company. There is certain genesis happening. But every choir and chord, every harmonic an note, every scale and mode convulse to form a representation of her. Seems like therz a seamless infinite addicted dedication to her remembrance. The pissed of inner soul that has overwhelmingly used and reused the F word fucking more than a million times during the day is made homily. I still look many times in my rear view mirror. May be shez watching me from the back. She promised she’ll be a shadow. She doesn’t appear never.

Where is she, where is Nazneen
Where is that fleeting bird
Between the vast sky and trees plain
Where can she possibly lie?

Somewhere in my visions I see
Your spirits are flying free
One more time baabyee hold on
In a while u’ll feel me.

I know I was wrong, the last time
Ain’t neva got a chance to say yea
And now when I dream you again
Hope u’ll be there by me to stay.

In mist she may be standing, From frozen ice she might be calling. The mountains forget to echo her scream. She feared heights she said. Shez lost i guess.