Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

walking down your old hunting ground
you come across all the people you used to be
you find the self you lost and the selves you found
the ghosts of you mirrored in eternity -Nausher Nash Banaji

"My vigil beginning as you signaled the angel overhead
In the sibilant rasping of your end.
I was teetering. I said let go.
Then it was me submerged.
And yours was the soliloquy of the wind
As you lifted into free-fall light."

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

We set a mark on the foreheads of men that sigh
Fill their hands with coals of fire
And scatter their ashes over the city
The burden of beasts plow into the land of trouble
And they pollute it with rumor
Rumor upon rumor
Every man entombed alive in the chambers of his imagery
Each day his scripture is fulfilled in his eyes
But no prophet is accepted in his own country
On earth he straddles heaven and hell
He walks on water with an eye on the hill
Building his memories on shifting sand
He looks back to see an arid land
Waiting for the train he lies awake in bed
Dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead
– Nausher Nash Banaji

"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."

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