Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

I want water, you want fire
In the wilderness of dreamless desire
I stretch out my hands to a desolate land
I am lost in a grain of sand
My eyes follow the angles of your face
Where do I belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at me in wonder
I look through the mask only to see a stranger
I peel off my skin, and enter – Nausher Nash Banaji

She said when you turn the corner
You will no longer see
You’ll be loved or you’ll be hated
For your words and for your dreams
There is a vein for silver, and a place for gold
Iron out of earth, and brass out of stone
Darkness oozes shadows onto her skin
In her hands she measures the weight of the wind
There is a stranger in my head screaming naked in the rain
My mind is clear but my soul is insane- Nausher

Darkling you walk into the light
Staring blind wrong from right
Sweating palms clutch a shadow's hand
You only survive because you don't understand
The wind carries voices but there's nobody there
The bush is burning but the mountain is bare
The light of the body is in the eye
It's where neither rust corrupts nor moths fly
It's where the treasure is
It's where the heart is
It's where each seeks life in his own abyss
Where you’re 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

There rises a great tempest in the sea but I am asleep
From the depths of these waters the future looks bleak
Out beyond the waves theres no turning back
Is it my reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
Naked now my skin is crawling
I sit in my bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher

Tell me
Where am I
If not silvered
my world to moth-light
flutter of our delicate selves
in a provocative trance
of ecstasies

© m.c. 2011

"Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me."

Tahereh Mafi