Sunday 28 August 2011


Supple bends from toe to cheek
Where the pale and curve of clouds
meet the perennial sedge of cattails
to ease back into the horizon.

She is painted golden
chasing enchantments,
and netting suspended charms
all the while freeing apprehensions.
It is a procession of fireflies.
these bequested jewels worn magestic

With every earthy respire
the ghostly shadows that pass over sun
break, radiate and fizzle
like match strike fire.
and the tremble of ambivalence departs.

unafraid remains

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

Saturday 27 August 2011


Tonight
under glow of my sanctuary
a scent coaxed
sequestered recollections
shifting and chattering until
images came to be
speaking to mariposa blossoms
in dialogue with pixies
and needling through clover
for 4-leafed magic
the star bellatrix serenade
wishing for flight
and when covering your eyes
invoked invisibility

© malai carrara 2011
photography by liliRoze

Wednesday 24 August 2011


Tell me

If not beneath
a canopy of sweet
vanilla clematis
twining from toe to tip
arousing my anticipation

If not in a choral
Of buoyant reflections
A supple fragrance
Of time and not yet time
that lifts the weight of here

If not silvered
my world to moth-light
flutter of our delicate selves
in a provocative trance
of ecstasies

Where am I?

Words © malai carrara 2011
Photography © Nausher Banaji

Saturday 20 August 2011

almost twilight
we stood motionless
in this place of antiquities
the last flecks of Saturday spilling over
stony shells before a final descent
blades flattened by pigeons and passerby’s
little by little we huddled towards solitude
while the arms of shadows
reached to bridge distance
between our connections.
His breath swept over my hair
I will be leaving soon – I said
Filling the space was the sound of just
Just the heart thumps
Just the sound of sameness
and just the sound of the light
coming from the Zippos
as we read poetry

words and image by malai carrara

Thursday 18 August 2011


kiss me
beloved
revel slowly
let it linger long
and hush the sunrise
with a murmur warm

touch me
beloved
sweep your silken
o’re dewey eden
awaken the sugary
of our vernal solitude

words © malai 2011
image by "liliRoze"

Tuesday 16 August 2011


self portraits
a delicious temptation
made convenient
by iPhone
too difficult to resist
It compelled me
In much the same way
cautionary “wet cement ”
Begs to be touched
with semi-steady hand
And frolic
fruity morsels
sweet and ripe
Forever preserved

(at least until botox is needed)

words and image © malai 2011

Monday 8 August 2011

This is the place, where I begin
where waves complete with memories
undulating gestures, carve paths
Between two lands
To leave behind grains
of moments and compromise.
These little bits of me
A sandy skin that
stiffen when touched by damp
But fall loose when touched by warm
This is where I begin
and where I end

© malai carrara 2011
photography © nausher banaji