Musings in tenebrous grottos
All my childhood wants cling to a passing sigh
they wind like waves in a mystic sea
deeply unsettled
and colliding
with jaded voices of
the mocking and absurd
They echo through these tunnels
Like a gentle zephyr arranging
Bones and souls along baroque walls
Is this my divine benediction
Or are these the sounds of distemper?

words © 2011 Malai Carrara
Photography copyright © Nausher Banaji
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