November 2010
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The Fabric of Truth
And then a drop of rain slid through the yellow scales leaving on its wake a watery trail A beetle approached, on the leaf it lodged the leaf with a sigh bent – and it shed the watery gem on the grey folds of a tiny humorless pebble below This scene they enacted before my eyes… Continue reading
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Amateurish Aesthetics
Beauty seems to be that aspect which makes infinite meditation possible. So the beauty of the flower inspires the poet to compose a beautiful verse which sets off a series of composition by those inspired by the beautiful verse and so on. The flower, the scene, the sky, the bird the river, the maiden are… Continue reading
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Writer’s Block
Its getting difficult now to write poetry or to even think about fiction. Feels as if every single line will squeeze the life out of me. That I’ve to be mad, not just a little bit-which I’m already, but let madness take over me in a fit of delirium. Words and sentences, which at first… 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.
Nehaan 