Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

"Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice."

Nick Hornby

"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."

"Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed
Feared today, forgot tomorrow
Here besides the news of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
And I don't
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive."

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

I had many a thing to write
But i had not the words to write them
At the other side of my dreams I waited
Nothing remembered nothing regretted
Arches to ashes, doors to dust
Blood resembles the colour of rust-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

"if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."

Jodi Picoult

twisting like a flame in a slow dance
you follow the flare of the shadowplay
dreamers dance at the end of the hall
searching the skies for something sacred
fingers bleeding climbing up the wall-
Nausher Banaji

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
You regret the present is not the past
You despair its becoming the future
Those moments were perfect but they didn’t last
Those meaningless meanings were sutured
Turn away thinking they will come back to you
But the eyes in the mirror cant choose
You can’t win because when you do
You have only yourself to lose – Nausher Nash Banaji

“The night is my nudity
the stars are my teeth
I throw myself among the dead
dressed in white sunlight..."
~ George Bataille from The Impossible

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