spasms of shadows pulse the walls inside
like pebbles in the surge of drawing tide
peeling away infinity like the wind
her breath sits like stone on my skin
-Nausher Banaji
NAUSHERITES
nausher banaji writes
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Through tunnels and doors
you ached you'd be free,
The doors lead to walls
and the labyrinth leads to me
- Nausher Banaji
you ached you'd be free,
The doors lead to walls
and the labyrinth leads to me
- Nausher Banaji
a night pummelled by gales of memory,
spasms of shadows marooned on masonry
a ripple of gasps from behind the curtain
you part them and enter oblivion
-Nausher Banaji
spasms of shadows marooned on masonry
a ripple of gasps from behind the curtain
you part them and enter oblivion
-Nausher Banaji
sleeping in each others dreams
hearing my footsteps walking away
shadows swimming against the stream
you are the stranger you lost along the way
-Nausher Banaji
hearing my footsteps walking away
shadows swimming against the stream
you are the stranger you lost along the way
-Nausher Banaji
Saturday, January 21, 2012
sitting by the river bed
removing one wet stone after another
washing the blood from memories bled
wiping them clean
throwing them back into the water
windows calling out to windows
rhyming the bruises with the night
in a gallery of dancing shadows
pinned by the moonbeam
blinded by bloodlight
how did i get in here anyway
invisible i am invisible you
the most beautiful face you've see all day
is in the gutter
looking back at you-
Nausher
removing one wet stone after another
washing the blood from memories bled
wiping them clean
throwing them back into the water
windows calling out to windows
rhyming the bruises with the night
in a gallery of dancing shadows
pinned by the moonbeam
blinded by bloodlight
how did i get in here anyway
invisible i am invisible you
the most beautiful face you've see all day
is in the gutter
looking back at you-
Nausher
Monday, October 17, 2011
to you they came with teeth clenched and eyes unseeing
yesterday's truth died at the end of a morning
to you they came searching shadows under the sheets
infinity was the same man crossing the same street
drowning in sand lost out at sea
the surf of dreams the surge of memory
they killed themselves with cameras and revolvers
you killed yourself with minutes and with hours
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