Nausher Nash Banaji Photography

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

"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."

Naked now our skins are crawling
We sit in our bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still-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 love the way that sleepwalkers are willing
to step out of their bodies into the night,
to raise their arms and welcome the darkness,
palming the blank spaces, touching everything.
Always they return home safely, like blind men
who know it is morning by feeling shadows."

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