I’ve made a religion out of beauty
it imprisons and it frees me
I doubt and I falter

I still kneel at her altar
I catch my reflection
Kissing my assassin
Shadows shimmer intertwined
With the light I left behind
A breath separates heaven and hell
I’ve nothing to buy and nothing to sell
Waiting to catch up with my past
I watch my future pass
I hear the praise I hear the blame
Hold the cross high
So i can see it above the flame –
Nausher Nash Banaji

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