Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

The light of the body is in the eye
Where neither rust corrupts nor moths fly
You seek love lost in your own abyss
Crucified by the other’s silence
Waiting on night to deliver your bliss
Your soul’s at peace in a world of violence
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong – Nausher Nash Banaji

“Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

"Funny how I blind myself
I never knew
If I was sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose
I'd tell myself
What good you do
Convince myself
I've asked myself
How much do you
Commit yourself?
It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
It never ends."

Your eyes see your own reflection
Ears listen for the sound of your echo
One built up a wall
The other fortified it with mortar
And yet the wind comes and the wall falls
Scatters the gravel away
Like white memories on dark days
They escape from one fire
But another devours them
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been- Nausher Nash Banaji

I worship at the alter of beauty
The skin of the beautiful or the stones of god
I was set free the moment i realized
Reality doesn't interest me. N

there is a waft of Chanel in the air
the room is bare and you aren’t there
I see a flash of fabric, a shimmer of skin
i feel the burn somewhere within
I hold the doors to the night ajar
I feel the cold of the northern star
I bottle the memory of your scent inside
To remind me what’s true, what’s lies
In the end it is all just a speck in my eye
I just want to take a moment to say goodbye
I know I made a mistake coming here again
I remind myself of what, where and when
In a dream and a prophecy, barely a trace of that place in me
I look in the mirror and all I see, the ebb and flow of memory – NausherNash

The night is done
Gone with the wind of the first sun
Dreams on ice
Crucified twice
I want to be alone with me
A transparent layer in history
You regret the present is not the past
You despair its becoming the future
Those moments were perfect but they didn’t last
Those meaningless meanings were sutured
Turn away thinking they will come back to you
But the eyes in the mirror cant choose
You can’t win because when you do
You have only yourself to lose – Nausher Nash Banaji

I tore open my skin
so you could enter my veins,
Gave you my eyes
so you could see your own chains,
Through tunnels and doors
you ached you'd be free,
The doors lead to walls
and the labyrinth leads to me- Nausher Nash Banaji