February 2011
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Ende
And now I stand stillAnd now I look awayMy mind’s eyes fixedBut my mind running away.. Is there an end, or it’s always a new beginning? Continue reading
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a feeling..
This feeling that came back to me today Of something greater impending While I fumble with the keys, outside the door – In the darkness, with you by my side. I wonder if this is what night feels, at the cusp of dawn. ….. Continue reading
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Pink Clouds
Pinks clouds, mixed with blue air, Sprawling across the dimming sky My eyes flitting from cloud to cloud, The sky seems to leap out, Out of the slits of my eyes. These eyes, they trace, Every single ray As far as they can see Blocked by the horizon, Contained at the precipice of eternity. These shapes, these… 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 