Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

I had many a thing to write
But i had not the words to write them
At the other side of my dreams I waited
Nothing remembered nothing regretted
Arches to ashes, doors to dust
Blood resembles the colour of rust-Nausher Nash Banaji

Looking over your shoulder
Looking for promises that are kept
Dreams that are broken
Stretch out your hands to a desolate land
The wind wipes your every trace from the sand
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of your face
Where do i belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at you in wonder
You look through the mask only to see a stranger
Peel off your skin, and enter – Nausher Nash Banaji

"In those early amorphous years of life, when memory had only just begun, when life was full of Beginnings and no Ends, and everything was Forever ..."

Arundhati Roy

"And beauty is a form of genius -- is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or spring-time, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty." Wilde

There is a reason why gods are naked
My renaissance heart shies from the sorrow
Here i am waiting for tomorrow
Masters of art saw gods as beautiful in their own skin
When artists were scientists, technicians, poets they knew this well:
Those gods are naked because
beauty is sacred
that beauty is divine
gods are naked because
all they are clothed in is their belief- Nausher Nash Banaji

Your eyes see your own reflection
Ears listen for the sound of your echo
One builds up a wall
The other fortifies it with mortar
And yet the gust of a memory
Scatters the gravel away
Like white memories on dark days
They escape from one fire
But another devours them
Praise and blame are the same
You are satiated, you are starving
You are the alpha, and the omega
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

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

Tell me
where am I
If not beneath
a canopy of sweet
vanilla clematis
twining from toe to tip
arousing my anticipation...

MC

"You know when civilization began?
With the invention of the mirror."

you are sitting naked on shifting sand,
a mirror and a mirage in each hand,
you dream a memory moving alone,
you call out but she is gone,
the road that brought you here
is dragging you back
the light you thought was near
is fading to black - Nausher Nash Banaji

"O Great Creator,
give us one more hour
to perform our art
and perfect our lives."
-Jim Morrison