my invaded soul and paled heart
in alchemy i am curled
on white sand inconsolable


words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

a sprinkling of limb
languidly draped under glow
warming the ache of alone 


© malai carrara

I loathe the taste of bland
And its contaminating effects
it leeches into veins like infection
an unbearable itch

but there is solace on cool planes of porcelain.
Bitters expel from my throat
And drift on sandalwood smoke
to circle the quiet

The quiet... within cimmerian walls
Where I banish myself from the temporal grip
Of whirling dervishes of prosaic dialogue
and celebrity gossip

Oh let me be
I want to slip into obscurity
Left alone with only my thoughts for companion
If only for just a short time




words © malai carrara
Photography by TrixyPixie

Drawn to a silhouette feathering
a shadowy portrait awaits you aqueous
over my placid blue your fingers wade
touching the edge of calm

words by malai carrara
painting by Fabian Perez

walls, nice walls..
an architecturally sound, safe and secure surface
where doubts are discarded
and fears are lost and all is happy
wall, nice walls....
and fences and hedges and 3 car attached garages
a cozy, bug free paradise
and a fat mortgage that suffocates our choices
like prison
to confine quiescent denizens
near the Wii and their tassimo
ramparts to hold all that is beautiful
perfectly landscaped and well organized
a place to collect things and save them
just in case
walls, nice walls...
the same surface to hold beauty out.
and after time, truth becomes untrue.
and all that surrounds us is our stuff
while all the while...on the other side
we overlook
the muted song of soft rain over vast fields
the sound of hurt....the feel of pain
the blacked out voice of authenticity

Devine stone surrounded
By sojourner's tribal chorals
A frenzied pageant of pietistic sophists
flaunting their weekend morals

They glare with sardonic wonder
At the great art he defends
These fear-mongering philistines
And their carrion feeding friends

But with a great breath from Gods
through raging migraine he wails...
Cast away from here your defiling eyes
and phony puritan veils!

written © malai carrara
photography by © nausher banaji

With eyes turned to heaven…

They arrived with their burdens

Carried high on their backs

They arrived with their sorrows

Carried deep in their bones

They arrived with their belief

To sing madrigals

© malai carrara

photography © nausher banaji