Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

"Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral;
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie:
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful"

W H Auden

"Knowing love,
I can allow all things to come and go,
to be as supple as the wind,
and to face all things with great courage.
My heart is as open as the sky."

"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

“I live my life in growing orbits which move out over this wondrous world, I am circling around God, around ancient towers and i have been circling for a thousand years. And I still dont know if I am an eagle or a storm or a great song.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes I wish I could fly
but where can I go
Where can I hide
so my shadow wont find me
Everything I am fleeing
is right here inside me - Nausher Nash Banaji

pagan gods stare blind across the sea
the sea brings sweet darkness back to me
through oceans of laughter through a fog of fear
tearing through the forest into the softest lair
we sit in our bones looking out from the hill
the snow is melting and the earth is still - Nausher Nash Banaji

“It’s possible, I’m moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I’m so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

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

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