Nehaan

January 2020

  • The Essence of Things

    Very often I find myself Chasing after forms Yet empty handed I always end up Where am I going wrong?   A racing Jaguar on the street Makes my my mind run at top speed A beautiful house on the way Makes me want that also for me   A handsome face in the crowd… Continue reading

  • Skeletons in my closet

    Tucked away carefully, behind all my embellishments, are some skeletons from the past, threatening to expose their ugly heads… Continue reading

  • The Painter

    I sit across from the blank canvas imagining all the things I can fill it up with. Abstract shapes take form in my head and disappear before they make it out to the flat white surface. The round pointed brush in my hand, sometimes gently taps the side of the mixing plate, and sometimes rests… Continue reading

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  • Out of sync

    How could it be possible for two people to be so completely out of sync… Continue reading

  • The Inverse Midas Touch

    For the longest time I thought, I was cursed with inverse Midas touch, and everything I laid my hands on, quite promptly turned to dust. 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.

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