Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

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

"Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears."

'Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity and you are the mirror.'
Alena with Nash.

"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable..." McCarthy

"Without memories, without hope, they lived for the moment only. indeed, the here and now had come to mean everything to them. For there is no denying that the plague had gradually killed off in all of us the faculty not of love only but even of friendship. Naturally enough, since love asks something of the future, and nothing was left us but a series of present moments."

Albert Camus

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