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.


Passions revealed themselves to be ambitions in disguise,

What looked like friendships first, became echo chambers overnight.


And love turned out to be nothing, but an empty husk of what could have been,

In short, whatever I attached myself to revealed its ugly underbelly to me.


But then it occurred to me today

Perhaps that’s how it was meant to be–

If I can turn gold to dust with my touch

Then a goddess of death and destruction I have been.


And somewhere hidden in me sleeps–

The power to turn dust into gold,

Perhaps unknown to me still

But it’s there and that’s good to know!










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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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