Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

carrying my past inside me
its the future i'm returning to
wearing my mask inside me
what am i turning into? - 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

This water, this rain on your skin
This fire, this lava in your heart
What do i love, what do i desire
This heart is an organ of fire
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 there's no turning back
Is it my reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors won't freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
I sit in my bones looking out from the hill
The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher Nash Banaji

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

Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know the ice is getting thin
I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
You must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around-

Tori Amos

"...Intoxicated by the motion we forget all the risks.
And then the world turns...
And somebody falls off...
And oh God it's such a long way down.
Numb with shock, we can only stand and watch as they fall away from us, gradually getting smaller...
Receding in our memories until they're no longer visible. .."

Alan Moore

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