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