They and their pain

There is a vast emptiness

As far as their eyes can see

There is an utter nothingness

That sucks in their very being


And they start to fall

Into this emptiness within

Faster with every second

Like gravity, their pain pulls them in


And they keep falling and falling

There is no end to this fall

There is no end to this pain

There is nothing to land on

There is nothing to break the fall

And so falling they keep, faster and faster


Until a point comes

And they become the fall

They become the pain

They become nothing and all


And then the miracle happens!

They start to float…

Behold! The pull is gone!

The gravity is gone!

They are free now

But free from what?


Free from the duality of being

They are not separate, their pain and them

In these moments they are all one

And together they float

Their beings emptied out

From nothing, they became

And to nothing, they return


They and their pain

In this nothingess they float,

Until the next fall…




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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.

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