I love the moment
Without language
A place known only to my
Most solitary senses
It’s the moment where the
Cacophony of sirens and nocturne
Turn themselves over
To the escapades of day
It’s a cerulean mist
that flirts with my hair
It’s an a cappella of rain
in rhythm with blackberries
And it’s an azure chantilly
Billowing in whimsy
And my feet in unabashed frolic

words © malai carrara 2011
photography by Patricia Robert

Harrowed by the
Voices in my head
The cantata of street lights and sirens
Feet tapping crescendo on pavement
And the tribal rhythm of the suburbs
Driving all things underground
How I strain to tear away the veils
to slip through a window
And perch barefoot onto
A clay roof of a brownstone flat
Where I once leaned into
Solitude and indigo ceilings
To watch luna rise and darkness fall
To hum my own hymn

words © malai carrara 2011
photo by rosa negra

Devoured by silence
I am parched from shouting
My body crumbled
from the sear of the whirling sirocco
All my boundaries blistered
And there, in the dry empty spaces
I hardly exist at all

Daymare without an end
The time of mind dirge bemoaning
Sun serrated and heat abated
delirium’s black & bleach colliding
it spread into wasted spaces
Floods my dominion with illusions
And I ricochet amid them

Labyrinth of ambivalence
They conceive me diaphanous
enduring my choices but always wondering
should I have chosen the contrary?
Tears burned, I am unconcerned
It’s time to crawl back into myself
Under the sun of my sanctuary

words © Malai Carrara 2011
Photography Copyright © Nausher Banaji
all rights retained by photographer. www.nausher.net

I detest the recurring reminders

The choke of reality

Of that exclusive existence

beyond these holiday walls

It scratches my throat

Like a ‘jagged little pill’

I beg it to stop - this torture

and it is seeping into my veins like a poison

taking hold of my body, my mind

My stomach feels sick

And the hairs on my arms are on end

The cloak of melancholy

drips heavy and

I am fatigued

As the one visited

but with whom you never stay

As the one kissed

but never wholly loved

words © Malai Carrara 2011

Photography copyright © Nausher Banaji

all rights retained by photographer