Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

“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 worship at the alter of beauty
The skin of the beautiful or the stones of god
I was set free the moment i realized
Reality doesn't interest me. N

Your eyes see your own reflection
Ears listen for the sound of your echo
One built up a wall
The other fortified it with mortar
And yet the wind comes and the wall falls
Scatters the gravel away
Like white memories on dark days
They escape from one fire
But another devours them
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been- Nausher Nash Banaji

"Funny how I blind myself
I never knew
If I was sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose
I'd tell myself
What good you do
Convince myself
I've asked myself
How much do you
Commit yourself?
It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
It never ends."

"I was searching for the keys
all these years
but the door was always open."

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

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