February 2010

  • I am

    I am the mouth through which thousand voices speak – like diverging rays, red and gray, these voices speak – of love, of hate, of poetry And I am at their centre, the sun – of principal, of truth, of coquetry Then another wrench! I transform myself, sigh like a mother, mad like a lover A twist again!… Continue reading

  • Oh Eden

    Earthlings have a curious habit of celebrating days — New Year’s day, day when Christ was born, day he came back after being dead for few days and then died again, birth of so many other gods, anniversaries and so on. One of these days is our birthday. No, it is not just a day… Continue reading

About Me

Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.