NAUSHERITES – the last writes of nausher nash banaji

The black + white poetry and skin + stone photography by Nausher Nash Banaji. All words and pictures copyright © Nausher Nash Banaji.


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I sit and await the hand of fate
Walk the street to my own heartbeat
Love and hate are an open gate
I feel the heat beneath her feet

 


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I’ve been standing watching the light fading
Watching
the day passing and the night returning
Standing, watching the mirrors
pretending
Losing beauty, watching my life turning
Burning, watching my past erasing
Unbeing, to unsee what i’m seeing
Even as the mirrors are breaking – Nausher Nash Banaji Duo


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I’m walking down my night mind

Searching for what is mine

Looking into my rearview mirror

I don’t know what I’m searching for

I have been running down passages

All I see is the empty spaces

Did I see a shadow stir

I’m still waiting for an answer

Through the sandglass and into the sea

I’m waiting for the waves to bring myself back to me

Nausher Nash Banaji Duo


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Why this, why that, and why
Raise your hands up high, on your lips feel a sigh
Open your heart to the day, burn the night for an answer
You can hear the scream the morning after

Why this, why that, and why
Look up at the sky and wait for the lie
White grows gray, gray glows black
Nothing to say, ricochet those dead years back

Why this, why that, and why
You wish you could fly, a pie in the sky
Counting your chances, a thousand to one,
Hand on your heart, eyes on the eclipsed sun


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Why this, why that, and why
Raise your hands up high, on your lips feel a sigh
You go down on your knees
Open your heart to the moon and the chilling breeze

Why this, why that, and why
Look up at the sky and wait for the lie
White grows gray, gray glows black
Nothing to say, ricochet those dead years back

Why this, why that, and why
Looking up the hill at the pie in the sky
Counting your chances, a thousand to one,
An ear on your heart, eyes on an eclipsed sun

 


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You go down on your knee
Open your heart to the moon and the bottomless sea
Look up at to the sky and sigh
Why this, why that, and why

White grows gray, gray glows black
Nothing to say, ricochet those dead years back
Look up at the sky and lie
Why this, why that, and why

Count your chances, a thousand to one,
An ear on your heart, eyes on an eclipsed sun

Look up high at the pie in the sky

Why this, why that, and why