Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

“The only people who see the whole picture,' he murmured, 'are the ones who step out of the frame.”

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

I want water, you want fire
In the wilderness of dreamless desire
I stretch out my hands to a desolate land
I am lost in a grain of sand
My eyes follow the angles of your face
Where do I belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at me in wonder
I look through the mask only to see a stranger
I peel off my skin, and enter – Nausher Nash Banaji

"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

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

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