to you they came with teeth clenched  and eyes unseeing
yesterday's truth died at the end of  morning


to you they came searching shadows under the sheets
infinity is 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

- Nausher Banaji

they who lost themselves in numbers
and were forgotten in the count
who have voices for lying
and faces to hide themselves behind
they who filled themselves with words
and were emptied by them
who have eyes for dreaming
but were walking blind-N

i've cradled the past in my arms for so long

the evening has changed the dust to shadow

like a curse turned into a blessing

the frozen summer has turned to black snow -N

midnight's sun into the valley stumbles

mountains echo the heart's welcome knell

pagan gods stare blind across the sea

the sea brings sweet darkness back to me

ingress  twilight our fingers write with dew

interlocking dreams egress the night

through oceans of laughter through a fog of fears

tearing through the forest into the softest lair

dancing past the midnight chimes

waves surge the cliffs with the moon

down the shore and into the starlight

i exchange my old world for the new

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 Banaji

From the depths of a mirror a stranger looks back
Stretched on the wheel theres no turning back
Your reflection wont freeze the lines on your hand
You trace and erase your face in the sand.
Nausher

You were watching yourself  by the window
Running past days that pass too soon
The doors you forced
didn't lead to freedom
They lead just to another room

- Nausher Banaji

You muddle amidst murals
A promise and a prophesy in each hand
Sprawling on mirrors of frozen summer
You forget where your story began
Straining through the ebbs you fall
Grasping a fleeting embrace
The doors are peeling off the walls
Your heart is etched on your face-Nausher