Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

"I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me."

Albert Camus

There was so much I wanted to ask
So much I wanted to say
But somehow I knew there wasn’t time
And even if there was
That it was all, somehow, beside the point
The night is done
Gone with the wind of the first sun
Dreams on ice
Crucified twice
I want to be alone with me
A transparent layer in history-Nausher Nash Banaji

sleeping in each other's dreams
you can hear your footsteps walking away
your shadow is swimming against the stream
you hear your heartbeat begging you to stay
you catch your eyes looking back at you
you see a stranger you lost along the way - 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

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

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

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 theres no turning back
Is it my reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
Naked now my skin is crawling
I sit in my bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher

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